If You Sprinkle When You Tinkle, Be a Sweetie Wipe the Seaty
By Nan Claire Falkner
Potty Training four boys, we heard different imaginative takes on their “creations.” The first time we coaxed the oldest son to do the deed like a “big boy”, he was joyous. As the others came of “potty” age, each had a different spin on their porcelain deposited designs. Waving ‘bye-bye’ as the offering disappeared down the abyss was a milestone. It was an accomplishment teaching them to grasp the different ways to use the “grown up seat”. With that deed completed, all we had to do is work on the aim.
The Fire Department was full of pranksters. The new rookie was a young college student, missing a third of his classes due to the fire department schedule. That was the only way he could go to school and he had permission from his professors.
The first night on duty after going to sleep, the firemen quietly suited up, turned on the red truck lights, then woke the rookie and yelled “Are you coming with us?” He jumped up, put on his coat, helmet, boots, and jumped on the truck.
The pranksters started laughing . . . for the rookie had forgotten his pants.
“Memory Vases” the sign said. “Come on In!” So, I did. It was a lovely little place with knick-knacks everywhere. Just the kind of store we used to shop in when together.
While mulling over the color choices, sadness engulfed me. I missed Ann Melinda terribly and knew nothing would ever be the same. I liked blue – the color of her eyes which had been a deeper hue than mine. Her husband Alan smiled. “Yes, she would have loved it.” He said. After the purchase, we left the store and made our way slowly to the chapel in silence.