" She HIT you?" my mother yelped. She started to get angry. My aunt was looking at me like I was crazy."I kind of messed up and called her a slut," I ...aid, doing my best to look ashamed."You what?" my mother yelped again. Dad was starting to look worried. Julie May didn't show it on her face, but I was absolutely sure she was having the time of her life watching me dig the hole I was apparently falling into. I didn't have time to look at my older brothers or their wives, so I don't know what. "Grandma sent us to bed together. I'm pretty sure she knows about us."Kathryn giggles and says, "Grandma's always been one to never have the wool pulled over her eyes."I don't think either Kathryn or I would've moved from our bed we were enjoying the touch of each other's body far too much to willingly relinquish the feeling. We would have continued holding each other if it wasn't for the knock on the door. Reluctantly Kathryn answers. “Yes who is it?”The door opens slowly, and Grandma pokes. He gave her a smile and replied, "And a good morning to you too, Cattail." Cattail?" she frowned."Seems appropriate," he laughed lightly. "Does anyone else call you that?" No," she smiled, "Just Cat or occasionally Lina. When you stop and think about it, not many people who know me know about the tat." Then I guess I'll just have to call you 'Cattail', at least between ourselves," he grinned.She leaned over a little to get her lips near his and smiled, "I think I can live with that." Then she. ’ --Ethan, 7 years old‘I give Dad’s beer to the dog and he goes to sleep.’ --Shirley, 7 years oldAND THE BEST RESPONSE‘My Mum drinks beer and she says silly things and picks on my father. Whenever she drinks beer she yells at Dad and tells him to go bury his bone down the street again, but that doesn’t make any sense.’ --Jack, 7 yearsAn old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morningtil night she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief.