It was a parent’s worst nightmare. My son, my sweet baby, held up on display for all to see.

He stood on a block before an unruly crowd. Every move he made broadcast his blatant disregard of his mother’s teachings, his refusal to conform to even the most elementary rules of human conduct.

“My God!” I cried, turning to my husband. “I asked you to make him go BEFORE the swim meet!” (Read the rest of “We All Have to Go Sometime”)