I was speaking at a women's organization, and they asked if I would mind standing in a reception line following the meeting. The program chairperson was quite persuasive, so I agreed to do so. The speech must have gone well, because the ladies coming through the line were saying nice things to me, and smiling as they shook my hand.

Pretty soon I noticed a little boy standing in front of me. He looked straight at me and said, "Your speech stunk!"

Well, there were more ladies coming through the line so I just ignored him. But a little…