I recently interviewed a Chattanooga doctor who said one of his childhood pleasures was taking apart toys and then putting them back together.
Now, he repairs humans. It’s called surgery, and I hear it pays well.
I realize there are happy endings to boyhood impulses. I try to remind myself of this when our 17-year-old and 12-year-old sons ask permission to demolish things.
Just in the past 10 days I have said both “yes” and “no” to the 12-year-old, who launches nonstop assaults on my sense of order.
One night he texted me while I was shopping at Walmart and asked if I would pick up a popcorn-ceiling scraper.
