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Life With the Comeback Kids

Patrick and Fiona Winch's mother has learned that she doesn't always have the final word.
Patrick and Fiona Winch's mother has learned that she doesn't always have the final word. (Family Photo)

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I don't remember the poet or the poems he read, but I do remember the lesson I learned from my son that day and, when I'm feeling overextended by daily demands, I try to remember to sing.

-- Francesca Winch, Silver Spring

Dad's Reasoning Not Up to Par

On a recent Saturday, I was watching golf with my 5-year-old, Livi. Tiger Woods went for the green on his second shot on a par 5, only to have his ball fall short and land, kerplunk, in a lake. He grimaced and muttered some choice words under his breath.

"Why is Tiger so upset?" Livi asked. I explained that he was upset because going into the water is a penalty, and he has to add one point to his score, and the object of the game is to have as few points as possible. She pondered my explanation for a moment, then replied, "No, Dad, I think he's upset because he lost his favorite ball."

-- Howard S. Rubin, Potomac Falls


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