My Son and Heir

Peter is in Running Start, getting college credit at high school prices. He’s taking a history class and they were studying the struggle between Thomas a Becket and Henry, resulting in Becket’s murder.

Pete went into class early and drew a little picture of the saint on the board, with a sword sticking out of his head. Beneath it he wrote: “There’s a hole in the Becket, dear Liza, dear Liza.”

The prof tries not to let on, but he was quietly amused.

I am unutterably proud–and disturbed.