First of all, I'd like to thank Lynda Dietz for her brilliant suggestion for cleaning my burnt pot. After two days of scrubbing, I could not clean the burnt remnants of Matzoh ball soup off of it. Then I read Lynda's comment: Boil equal parts of water and vinegar in it, and then add baking soda when you're ready to scrub. It worked like a charm. Thank you, Lynda! And thanks to those of you who suggested using baking soda. The pot is good as new, now!
And now for the story:
"Mama," my nine-year-old son said. "I wish school was like how it was in the seventies."
"Why is that, Bubba?" I asked.
"Because in the seventies, you only had to go to school for an hour. And all you had to do was count sticks."
I looked at the boy quizzically. "Dude, I grew up in the seventies, and went to school in the seventies. I assure you, we did not sit in school for an hour and count sticks!"
My boys's eyes got wide. "You grew up in the seventies?"
"Yes, Bubba. The nineteen seventies."
Bubba breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Because you'd be really old if you grew up in the seventies."
I squinted my eyes at the kid. "Are you talking 70 AD?"
"Of course, Mama. When else would they go to school and count sticks?"
Right. Silly me!