By, Nan Claire Falkner
“I’m never getting married!” Millie screamed. “I HATE BOYS! They think farting is a sport and laugh; they have burp contests to see who can belch the loudest, and play in the dirt and don’t wash your hands”.
Running toward her house, Millie turned, stamped her foot, and shouted “You Stink!” She slammed the door.
Harold, the boy next door had laughed at her while she was trying to ride a bicycle.
Years later, she looked at the engagement ring on her finger and smiled. Her mother had made her wedding dress.
Grinning, she said “Everything’s wonderful, I’m marrying Harold!”