When I was a kid, I watched a little show called Romper Room, where a teacherly woman hung out with a bunch of little kids and there was learning and stories and hijinks.  Over time, I came to be very frustrated with the show.  Why?

There was a section called Magic Mirror, where the lady would incant some arcane text and hold up a "mirror" that let her see all us kids watching the show out there.  Then she'd say "I see Michael and Shannon and Lisa and Kevin and..." and every week she'd say different names.  But NEVER in the years I watched it did she ever say "Tony"!  It's common enough, but bitch never said my name.

Cut to yesterday at Passover.  Orly breaks out some old VHS tapes.  Pops one in.   It's the early 80s and she's actually one of the little kids on an episode of Romper Room.  She was the cutest four year old I evah done seen, running around and jumping and clapping.  Then it gets to the Magic Mirror portion and I shit you not, they said "I see Tony!"

Thirty years of bitterness gone just by seeing my wife on the show!  If that's not proof that the universe has me married o the right woman, I don't know what is!