When I say goodnight to my children, it’s usually, “Night, night pumpkin pie.” I’m not sure why. Maybe I got that from my folks. Maybe because I love pumpkin pie. Maybe because my kids are so cute and sweet I think of them as pumpkin pie. Recently, however, my middle son informed me (after I had called him pumpkin pie for maybe the 1000th time in his life), “Mom, I don’t really like pumpkin pie. I prefer apple.”

“You want me to say, ‘Night, night apple pie’ to you instead of pumpkin?”

“Yes,” he said.

Well, okay then. Matter resolved. Now this is the kind of kid I need to have at work. See a problem, say so, fix it. Now, if only his mother could remember to call him apple pie. So far, he’s had to settle for, “Night, night pump…er…apple pie.” It doesn’t have quite the same flow, now, does it?