Thanks to diapers, hand-me-down shoes, an aggressive older brother, and the church nursery, my life is already pretty hard. But Wednesday Mommy and Daddy decided that I had it a little too easy and that they needed to make my life even more difficult. So they made me dress like a bug for an entire day. A bug! Something that people smash, ward off with citronella candles, or kill with insecticide. What a miserable fate! In addition to the indignity of spending the day as an insect, the costume itself was oppressively hot and covered pretty much my entire body.

Meyer, by contrast, got to dress as his
favorite cartoon character. The injustice stings like bug spray.