When I told my son where milk comes from, he asked, “Mama, how do the cows sit on those little bottles?”
My Baking Blunder
A group of our friends from church were planning a picnic, and it sounded like fun. The only problem was that times had been a bit tight for me, as I was a single mother with four children. What did I have that we could contribute to the picnic? Then a thought struck. I could make a cherry pie! A friend had given me a quart of canned cherries that would make a very nice pie filling. So I prepared the crust, thickened the cherries, and put the pie together. When it came out of the oven, it looked so good and the aroma was wonderful. At the picnic, my fiance, Stu, was the first to take a bite of my pie. I saw a puzzled look go across his face. Then he began to spit out cherry pits. It had not occurred to me someone would can cherries without pitting them first. How embarrassing! Well, he married me anyway. And the cherry pie has been an inside joke for the past 48 years.
PEGGY POTTLE Nampa, Idaho Creative Reading
My 21/2-year-old grandson, Sam, brought a coloring book to me and said, “Read it.” I proceeded to make up words to go with each page. When I finished “reading,” Sam said, “I don’t think I’ve heard that story before.” LAUREL BARDEN Waxhaw, North Carolina
Hop and Bothered
I was walking along a back road when two bunnies suddenly leapt into the air and landed one on top of the other. To my astonishment, I saw that one had pushed the other onto a stout groundhog. In disgust, he lifted his nose with a grunt and a distinct snarl, as if to say, “These rabbits nowadays! What do they teach their children?” After the startled and likely embarrassed bunnies scuttled away, the groundhog stayed in the same position for a few moments before waddling off, still in a huff. I’ll never forget that woodchuck’s shocked face!
MARGIE NELSON Farmington, Pennsylvania First Impression
When my baby granddaughter LeeAnn came home from the hospital, the aunts, uncles and cousins were there to greet her. I showed her cousin Alex the baby and told him, “This is Grandma’s girl.” Alex replied, “You are not her grandma; she doesn’t even know you.”
SHARON JONES Palmetto, Florida