A couple of days ago I walked into the bedroom just as George was finishing up getting ready for the day. He had on a sweater that I recognized as one I’d bought for him at Old Navy several years ago.
Time had worn the sweater out. It was stretched out too far in back, and it seemed a bit too short.
“I don’t think I would wear that sweater,” I said.
“In fact,” I suggested helpfully, “You can put it directly into the Goodwill box!”
George paused for a moment, then turned to me and grinned. “How about I put you in the Goodwill box?” he asked.
