One day at work, in a particularly mischievous mood, I grabbed my Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, opened it up, put a Post-It note on a certain page, and then called my mom on the intercom.
“Mom, can you come to my office? I just noticed something you’re going to need to see.”
A minute later, she walked in the door, curiosity abounding. “What is it?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I’ve checked and checked–the word ‘gullible’ is not in the dictionary!”
“Oh, my God! How could that happen? Let me see!”
I couldn’t even keep a straight face long enough for her to open to the page, and as soon as she saw the twinkle in my eye she knew she’d been had. My poor, poor gullible mom. A constant source of entertainment and love in my life.