The seal on the milk bottle I was trying to open was proving stubborn, so I prized a little harder, being ultra careful not to make a mess, when, despite my concentration, the thing flipped in my hand and burst free, spurting milk all over my t-shirt and the infant in my arms. Unsolicited, unsummoned, a vile obscenity spurted from my mouth. “Drat!” I said, … [To read more, click on title]