I Don’t Want to Go

Thanksgiving day was approaching and the family had received a Thanksgiving card with a painting of a pilgrim family on their way to church.
Grandma showed the card to her small grandchildren, observing: “The Pilgrim children liked to go to church with their mothers and fathers.”
“Oh yeah?” her young grandson replied, “So why is their dad carrying that rifle?”

The Worst Age

Trying to Please Mama