Wisdom

This past weekend we took a trip to Arkansas for a family reunion and brought along our 6-year-old nephew, which is always good for a few laughs.

Our trip would take us though Southeast Missouri (through the boot heel), so we decided to stop in Sikeston at Lambert’s “throwed rolls” restaurant. The server took our drink order, and when she walked away, Nathaniel asked me, “Does she have an accent?” I said, “Yes, she does.” A different waitress took the food order at the table next to us, and Nathaniel said, “She’s got the SAME accent! Why does she have the same accent?” I told him it’s because they both live here in the same area. He thought about that for a few minutes, and then said, “I think I know why it took them so long to open this restaurant. It’s because they had to find a whole bunch of people with the same accent.”

After we got back on the road, we heard a shout from the far back seat in the mini-van, “HEY GUYS…. Don’t ever taste rocks! I didn’t want to taste them, but they put them in my mouth, and made me taste them, and they don’t taste good!”