“My rain galoshes may look older than Methuselah, but they caught your dad!” Laurie told her children, Rachel, Sarah and Trevor. They were mesmerized.
Mama squeaked trying to hold her breath while changing Trevor’s loaded diaper. Sarah fidgeted to keep from laughing. They knew their mother had grown up poor but didn’t know what poor looked like. Mama could see that realism was sinking in. “These boots helped catch your father.” Mama went on “While running to the store, it started to rain and my feet got soaked. In my path was Daddy, fixing his old bicycle with duct tape.”