I promised this story in my last post. It's an oldie, but a goody.
In first grade, there were two girls named Lisa in my class. My teacher called them Lisa A. and Lisa B. All year long I thought that was SOOO rude! I couldn't believe my teacher could be so cruel as to label them A and B.
It wasn't until third grade when they were both in my class again I realized their last names began with A and B, respectively. Sorry Miss Casper! I knew you couldn't be that mean to two perfectly nice girls when you were so sweet to me. :)
As a three year-old, I remember Dad always coming home and changing from dress pants to jeans. One day I walked into the bedroom as he was doing this and randomly asked my mom and dad why daddy had very little hair on his head. My momma said, "It's because of his jeans". So I asked the next logical question. "Why does he wear them, then?"
Thank you for joining me on this trip down memory lane. :)
Wish I had an old digital picture of me to post. Someday I'll get a scanner.
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