On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 10:19:15 -0700, Ranee Mueller
> arranged random neurons, so they
looked like this:

> There was a kid I went to grade school with whose father was an
>artist. Every day, his lunch sacks were drawn with these amazing
>pictures with the boy's name hidden in it. He wasn't a very popular
>boy, but it made other kids want to sit near him to check out the
>picture and help find his name. Thinking back on it now, especially now
>that I am a parent, I am really touched at the love his father had for
>him to make such an effort every single day to show him he mattered. It
>was his way of sending a love note.
>
I used to write a silly "Roses are red, violets are blue" type poem in
the kids' lunches from time to time ("Roses are red, violets are blue,
I made this sammidge, Just for you!" fer instance). Years later, the
male child unit told me that he used to disgustedly say to his
tablemates, "Aw, jeez, would you look at this stoooopid thing my
mother wrote?" when he was actually pleased as punch :-)

Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam
AAC(F)BV66.0748.CA

"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret
had been as old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had
been as full as the waitress', it would have been a very
good dinner." Anonymous.

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