My mother taught me to read when I was three years old (her first
mistake). One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the
cabinet doors was ajar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked
my mother why she was keeping ‘napkins’ in the bathroom. Didn’t
they belong in the kitchen???

Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that
those were for “special occasions”. Now fast forward a few months…..

It’s Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up the pastor
and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they
were gone. Mine was to set the table.

When they returned, the pastor came in first and immediately burst
into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling.

Next came my father, who roared with laughter. Then came mom, who
almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the
table with a “special occasion” napkin at each plate, with the fork
carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so
they didn’t hang off the edge!!??!!.

My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response
sent the other adults into further fits of laughter. “But, Mom,
you SAID they were for special occasions!”

Take time to laugh; it’s the music of the soul.