I'm at Rite-Aid, to pick up Joanne's prescription and I've got Tom on one hip -- and I'm trying to keep him from pulling over a rack filled with Chap Stick -- and I've got Mikey nestled in his car-seat on the other hip -- and he's starting to squirm and whinge -- and the counter guy turns back from digging through the piles of filled orders behind him and says, "Knauss, Joanne," he says, "Ortho Tri-Cyclen?"

"Yes," I say. "Oh, God, yes. Please."