My brother and I are twins. When I was very little, my father took me to get a haircut and left my brother at home with my mother. Apparently, sometime after we left the house, I kept pulling my dad’s hand and said, “Bob hurt” over and over.

My father thought it was weird, so he called home. Nobody answered, so he got a little suspicious and took me right home. Coming home to an empty house (in the days before cell phones), we just waited. Later, my mother came home with my brother, and we found out that he had fallen and had to get stitches