Eight-year-old Daniel heard his grandmother tell his mother that a football was needed for the family dinner Sunday night.
Daniel couldn’t imagine why, but if he could help grandma prepare the meal, he would. But he didn’t have a football, so he went over to Greg’s house and traded 50 baseball cards for an old deflated football.
He pumped it up, shined it and placed it on the kitchen table waiting for grandma to discover it.
”Daniel!” his mother exclaimed, ”You know Grandma is cooking tonight. Please put your things where they belong!”
Daniel was holding back the tears, ”But it’s for Grandma! She said she needed a football for dinner.”
Mother did her best to hold back the laughter, ”You know Grandma and her Irish accent. She meant a FRUIT BOWL!”