Recently, one of the three light bulbs hanging from the ceiling of the kitchen burned out. Then the light in the fridge died. Then one of the two lights above the sink. Then the other sink light and then, finally the second ceiling light bulb died as well. This all happened withing a couple of weeks. So the kitchen had only a single light source since about Tuesday.
When I asked my mother why she didn't put light bulbs back in place, she told me my dad should do it. "You see, he'll feel needed. No matter what you are able to, let the man in your life think he is invaluable. At least from time to time."
This Saturday afternoon, when I went into the kitchen, all lights were in place and everything as light as before.
Before I even had the chance to say something, Dad called from the living room. In a rather proud voice he asked me if I had noticed the change in the kitchen.
Mum, who was standing in the kitchen, winked at me.