In the years I have left, I consider it my moral obligation to pass along my vast amount of somewhat useless information to my children.  As a result, I was almost giddy, when I saw my 11-year-old son “push” on a door that needed to be “pulled.”

“Do you know what you are now?”  I asked my beloved child.  Not waiting for an answer, I exclaimed, “A Doork!”

Thank you, Rich Hall.  A sniglet from the past (the only one I remember), now fresh as a daisy.