Tell Me The Truth
For a number of years Donna, my wife, worked as a substitute teacher where she learned not to smile before 3 p.m., when school let out.
Smiling emboldens them.
The little devils are always probing for weakness, even the second graders, one of whom asked her:
“Are you a real teacher?”
Keep It Simple
When our eight year old granddaughter came to spend the night our next door neighbor, Myra Hicks, brought her granddaughter over so the girls could meet each other and play.
Before they arrived my wife instructed our granddaughter how to remember, and pronounce, her company’s name.
“Her name is Tear’-nan,” Donna said. “Tear, like a tear in your eye, nan.”
“Why didn’t they just call her Rose?” our granddaughter asked.
What Happened To Your Car?
When our boys were growing up our car usually looked like we lived in it. It still does. Anyway, I guess they thought that was normal.
When Mark was little boy he got in Brother Dave’s new car, glanced at the floorboard and asked, “Where are the newspapers?”
“What papers?” Dave replied.
“The newspapers that come with the car,” Mark said.
Coming Friday: Government Misadventures
Back in the day when cars had transmission humps and I was actively drinking, I would drop the empty cans on the passenger floor. I could always tell when it was time to clean the car. When the cans started to roll over the transmission and interfere with the gas and break pedal, I just knew.