I was a happy 7 year-old feeding Cheerios to our new puppy during breakfast, when my mother said, "Jeanie! Ignore the dog!" Ignore? What was I supposed to do? Feed him all my cereal? Pet him? Yell at him? What? I sat there not moving, until I heard the comforting words, "Jeanie, eat your breakfast."
He was four and I was busy. He talked at my side and I washed dishes, all the while giving what I thought were appropriate comments. I don't remember a single thing he said, 36 years ago - until he said, "Listen to me!" I answered, "I am listening to you." He shook his head,