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In what was, perhaps, the world's most stunning example of parental mountain-of-molehillizing (my specialty!), Tuesday turned into a grandiose disaster of a day. It was Mr. Chef who revived it after it had flat-lined. A suggestion that we have dinner together brought an opportunity for me and S to shop and try on clothes. If that isn't the perfect form of CPR, I don't know what is.