Parenting is like playing chess. I don't know how to play chess.
Lucy and Debra were having one of their chats during one of their regular Thursday outings to play some chess, talk and get some good coffee.
At one point, Lucy sighed and said, “You know, Debra , if something every happened to my Paul, I don’t think I could ever marry again.”
Debra nodded sympathetically. “I know what you mean,” she said.
“Once is enough for me too.”