The Good Napkins
THE GOOD NAPKINS
OR: Ahhhhh.... The Joys of Having Girls...
My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first
mistake)...
One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors
was
ajar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she
was
keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen?
Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that
those
were for "special occasions" (her second mistake)...
Now, fast forward a few months....It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks
are
leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had
assignments
for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table. When
they
returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter.
Next, in came his wife who gasped, then began giggling.
Next, in came my father, who roared with laughter. Then in came Mom,
who
almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the
table
with a "special occasion" napkin at each plate, with the fork
carefully
arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't
hang
off the edge!!
My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent
the
other adults into further fits of laughter. "But, Mom, you SAID they
were
for special occasions!!!"
😀
THE GOOD NAPKINS
OR: Ahhhhh.... The Joys of Having Girls...
My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first
mistake)...
One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors
was
ajar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she
was
keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen?
Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that
those
were for "special occasions" (her second mistake)...
Now, fast forward a few months....It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks
are
leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had
assignments
for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table. When
they
returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter.
Next, in came his wife who gasped, then began giggling.
Next, in came my father, who roared with laughter. Then in came Mom,
who
almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the
table
with a "special occasion" napkin at each plate, with the fork
carefully
arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't
hang
off the edge!!
My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent
the
other adults into further fits of laughter. "But, Mom, you SAID they
were
for special occasions!!!"
😀
