One Christmas, an apartment rental agent in Beacon Hill put an assortment of beauty products in his wife stocking. His wife tried one of the facial masks, and was about to wash it off when her eight-year-old son, Callum, walked in. She explained to him that it was a present from his dad and it would make me beautiful.
Her son patiently waited by her side as she rinsed and patted her face dry.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked.
“Oh, Mom, it didn’t work!” Callum replied.
