SIX months before we were married my fiancée took me to
"meet the family." Bill's 95-year-old grandmother is sweet
and lively but, like many other hard-of-hearing people, she
speaks loudly. As I was admiring the pictures of her
children and grandchildren in the living room she took Bill
to one side and discreetly shouted, "Don't worry. I put
away all those pictures of you with that other girl."
SEVERAL of our neighborhood mothers were visiting one
evening when the subject of the "worst stage" of childhood
came up. "If I can just get through the twos," came one
moan.
"No - they're a breeze compared with the beginning-of-
school stage," came a quick reply.
"And how about those teen years," groaned a third.
Then, during a lull in the conversation, the only
grandmother in the group added seriously, "Just wait until
they're forty-two!"
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