My sister, Frances, reminded me of an incident that took place many years ago when we were young teenagers. I’m not sure I really did this, but she says I did.
We were having dinner on the grounds after a decoration service many years ago (of course, today’s version is sitting in an air-conditioned church dining hall). While we were eating, I did or said something that made Frances remark that I was much more considerate now than I used to be. Then she related this story of our young teenage days.
Frances, Dale and Jim noticed that I was using soda and salt to brush my teeth. At the time they wondered why, since we had a new tube of toothpaste. I gave them the excuse that soda and salt were better for me.
After that tube of toothpaste was used up and we started with a second tube, I used toothpaste again. Frances, being the only girl in the family and the oldest of us children, kind of mothered us boys. She asked me again why I had used soda and salt before.
After severe quizzing, I confessed to her that I had dropped the previous tube of toothpaste in the commode, and not wanting to waste a whole new tube of toothpaste, I let the rest of them use it up while I used soda and salt. I hastened to say that the cap was on the tube and the water in the commode was fresh and clean. I told her that I had always heard that what you don’t know won’t hurt you.
Evidently that is true, for the three of you are still alive and well. I have also recovered from the severe tongue lashing that I surely must have received.
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