Striking up a conversation, my 11-year-old son Sam began, “Dad, you know how there were lots of theories about the end of the world?  The Mayan calendar, 1999, and then there was yesterday…”

Wait!  Stop right there!  You mean to tell that the world was supposed to end yesterday and I didn’t even know?  Horrible.  Especially, because I certainly would have had a special dessert the night before.

Dessert, before disaster.  No better way to ring in the end times.