Where Did These Kids Come From?

On the way back from Arkansas, we stopped at Memphis to walk along the river and have a picnic lunch. I was trying to finish off an almost-empty bag of potato chips, so I dumped a small pile of mostly crumbs and little pieces on each of their plates. I got a whopping five tiny pieces. When I said, “I guess I didn’t want any chips anyway.” Jeffrey said, “Silly Mama, chips are for kids.” Continue reading