Joe Cosgriff could play fair. Not always, maybe, but who of us do?
When me Pops, his eldest son, was five, his parents gave him a tricycle. He went out the front of the house to ride it one summer day. "Don't go too far," Joe instructed his boy.
"How far is too far?" my then very young Dad asked.
Joe pointed down the street. "Not past that fire hydrant." Young Pops was on his way.
A neighbor happened to be nearby. "You don't think Bill was rude talking to you like that?" he queried.
"What's rude? He needed to know how far was too far," Joe replied.
The perfect answer, I think.
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