Dorothy and her friend were flipping a quarter, but instead of calling heads or tails, I overheard them calling "George Washington! Sally Ride!"
Dorothy woke up on Tuesday morning and she was nervous about her first reconciliation that evening. I wanted to give her something to look forward to, so I said, "Afterwards we can get you an ice cream sundae." "But that's such a long time to wait!" she cried. "What is today? Tuesday?! And I have to wait until Sunday?"