“When they got married, Mum and Dad had towels with their names sewn on.” Anna’s voice came from under the blanket again. “Their names?” “Well, their initials.” “Why?” Edmund asked. “Were they afraid someone might steal their towels?” “No, silly,” William said. “That’s just what grown-ups do.” The children fell asleep at last, wondering at the gross misalignment of adults’ priorities.
