Q. What does the ghost call his true love?
A. My ghoul-friend.
When my daughter, Brooxie, was 5 years old, she’d stay with my husband’s parents while we were at work. One day Brooxie was helping Papaw gather eggs.
While putting the eggs into the basket she was carrying, she asked, “Papaw, where do these eggs come from?” Papaw then explained in detail the delicate process of making an egg.
Brooxie put her hands on her hips and exclaimed, “Papaw, I don’t eat anything that comes out of a chicken!” And for many years, she didn’t.
We took our 3-year-old grand-son, Sawyer, and his parents to a Chinese restaurant. While we enjoyed our wonton soup and other dishes, Sawyer and his dad wanted to eat their meals with chopsticks.
Sawyer was having difficulty getting the rice between the sticks and frantically said, “I can’t get anything on these tweezers!”
Two 10-year-old boys from the mountains were riding a train to the city for the first time.
For a snack, the attendant gave them bananas. The boys had never eaten such a fruit.
Billy started to eat his banana, and the train entered a tunnel. He yelled, “Johnny, don’t eat it! I took two bites and went blind!”
A few years back, Criseyda, my granddaughter, was visiting me. After a while, the house became very quiet.
Calling out, I said, “Criseyda, where are you?” Her answer: “Mimi, I’m here with the man who has two of everything!”
I found her playing with my primitive Noah’s Ark and all the sets of animals. Sure enough, he has two of everything!