“I am sorry,” my mother said seriously as we were watching the evening news, “but I have a strange question for you.” I was a bit puzzled, but I nonchalantly told her to go ahead. “Tell me,” she said, “do you prefer the toilet paper to come out from the front or from the back of the dispenser?” Relieved, I laughed: “From the front!” “Me, too,” she grinned happily, “but your father preferred the paper to come out from the back.” For a brief moment I was not sure which side of the television screen I was on.