Looking through some old files on Wednesday, I found this piece from a 1966 edition of the Dallas Times Herald that I had never seen before.
As I read it, I realized that this little conversation is exactly the kind of thing my mother would find witty enough that she’d call the newspaper about it.
And I suppose that when you’re the youngest of eight, raised by parents old enough to be your grandparents and with sisters of an age they could have been “mom,” it’s no surprise that such odd phrases come out of your four year old mouth.
