Art Linkletter knew it and I know it.
And it is, of course, still true.
I was driving our eldest Granddaughter, nine years old, home after piano lessons. It was cold and dark and snowing, just a little.
The Dear Soul mentioned that Our Son, Jim, her Dad, frequently took the family sledding and that they would have hot cocoa on such occasions.
I asked her if they bought the cocoa at the sled sight.
She said no, they took it with them, that Dad took it in his – and here she thought a bit to get the right word – she could not think of it – and then she got it - she said that he brought them all cocoa in his thermometer.
I laughed. She laughed.
And her Dad laughed when we told him a bit later.
Kids are wonderful.
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