I was chatting at the school bus stop with little Mikey’s Mom. Mikey — age

9, same as my Danny — is the sweetest kid in the street: cute, funny,

naughty without being obnoxious, respectful. Well, Mikey’s Mom got a call

from the school the other day. Little Mikey had been drawing in recess, and

he drew a picture of — gasp! — A HELICOPTER DROPPING A BOMB! “Mikey’s

Mom: “Don’t these people read the papers? Don’t they know there’s a war

on?”

Yes, they know. They’re just not going to let a little thing like war

interrupt their grand project to turn all our little boys into little girls.