I pick up the dishrag on top of the stool, look at it quickly, and smile broadly, making sure my face is not turned too far away and that my eyes are not squinting. I look at the pert blond woman standing next to me and say, “Mom, you did it. You got those grass stains out of my cheerleading skirt.”
Ashley, the pert blonde, picks up the water bottle on the stool next to her, smiles as broadly as I am smiling, looks straight ahead, and says, “I didn’t do it. Nature’s Way did it. And it didn’t hurt the environment.”
That’s my cue, so I say, “Now that...