My theory is that most crimes of passion are committed by people suffering from sleep deprivation. Having just awakened from a nap after two weeks of Christmas vacation with my family, I am sticking to this theory, and it explains why my mother remembers nothing of our early childhood years, why I regret most of what I recall of my own children’s early childhood years, and why old people delight in napping the day away. All I can say is, I’m sorry and always remember to let sleeping parents lie. Lay. Lie. Whatever.