At lunch the other day, my nine-year old daughter suddenly became very serious and said, “Mommy? Is it true that if I step on a crack, you will have a heart attack?”
I laughed and told her that “back in my day” the jingle went, “Don’t step on a crack, or you’ll fall and break your back”. Then I launched into a lecture about how that was just a rhyme based on silly superstitions. She sighed, looked relived and then she said, “Good. Because I stepped on a crack yesterday, but you haven’t had a heart attack.”
I had a quick flash of perverse inspiration, but it passed, it passed.