My mother taught me to read when I was 3 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.
Now fast forward a few months. It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks
are leaving to pick up the pastor and his wife for Dinner. Mom had
assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the
table.
You guessed it! When they returned, the pastor came in first and
immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped,
then began giggling. Next came my father, who roared with
laughter.
Then 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 tails 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!"
