Sometimes two hands aren't enough. One writer tells of the morning her son came in
from play begging for something to eat. They finally settled on a slice of bread smothered
in peanut butter. "But," she said, "you have to eat it outside."
He was only three. Most doors he could open by wrapping one hand around the knob and
sort of dropping his body until turning and pulling became part of the same motion. The
outside door was different, however. It needed two hands, and here was that slice of
bread filling one. What to do?
