- No one can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.
At Sea World, our grandson absolutely refused to see the show featuring Shamu the killer whale, but he wouldn’t tell us why.
No amount of discussion could get him to change his mind.
Later, when we got home, we discovered the reason for his reluctance.
An aunt had told him how exciting the show would be because “they choose children from the audience to feed Shamu.”
My boss’ wife Sherry was exasperated with her younger sister, who bought an unreliable car and called for a ride every time it broke down.
One day Sherry got yet another one of those calls.
“What happened this time?” she asked.
“My brakes went out,” her sister said. “Can you come to get me?”
“Where are you?” Sherry asked.
“I’m in the drugstore,” her sister responded.
“And where’s the car?”
“It’s in here with me.”
Riding With Grandma
One evening I was driving my eight-year-old daughter to her grandparents’ home for an overnight stay.
It was late, there was very little traffic, and we were enjoying a peaceful ride.
It was a far cry from the usual chaos surrounding us when I drive her to various activities during rush hour.
My daughter seemed deep in thought when she said, “I have a question.”
“What do you want to know?” I responded.
“Mom, when you’re driving,” she asked, “are YOU ever the idiot?”