Favorite Candy
Our phone rang late one night, and my wife Nancy picked it
up. She said, "No," and slammed it down.
"Who was that?"
"Some boy for Carolyn," she said, referring to our daughter.
Then it rang again. Nancy listened, said, "KitKat," and hung
up.
"What now?" I asked.
"A boy plans to ask Carolyn to the prom and wanted to know
what her favorite candy is. He's going to put the invitation
into a candy basket."
The next morning a basket of candy was on our porch. "But,
Mom," our daughter protested when she heard the story,
"KitKat isn't my favorite candy."
"I know," Nancy said. "It's mine."
- Received from Thomas Ellsworth
up. She said, "No," and slammed it down.
"Who was that?"
"Some boy for Carolyn," she said, referring to our daughter.
Then it rang again. Nancy listened, said, "KitKat," and hung
up.
"What now?" I asked.
"A boy plans to ask Carolyn to the prom and wanted to know
what her favorite candy is. He's going to put the invitation
into a candy basket."
The next morning a basket of candy was on our porch. "But,
Mom," our daughter protested when she heard the story,
"KitKat isn't my favorite candy."
"I know," Nancy said. "It's mine."
- Received from Thomas Ellsworth
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