My littlest child has what we like to call “no sense.” This isn’t an actual, diagnosed condition but regardless, it creates a lot of panic around our house. Take the other day, for example. While I wasn’t watching for two seconds, he climbed onto a chair, leaned onto the computer desk and pushed the chair away with his feet until he fell face-first onto the floor. It was dramatic, but luckily, he turned out to be fine.
I still need to fess up to this story because while all of this non-“sense” was happening, the keyboard fell off the desk and somehow, just the period key popped off. Not only did it pop off, it broke in half. The panic I felt, only secondary to the, “Is my baby OK?” kind of panic, was pointed. I actually thought to myself: Am I destined to a future of exclamations, questions and run-ons? Luckily, you really only need half a period key to get the job done.
Before this incident, I don’t think I’d ever thought of the period before. I took it for granted. It’s just so common. So mundane. But imagine the drama in a life without the period.
Meet you at the movies. > Meet you at the movies?
My day was fine. > My day was fine!
This…is the end. > This??? Is the end?