Learning about boys and girls

April 6, 2008

Good Day Brothers and Sisters, Its Sunday, 6th April 2008 Hello My dear Brothers and Sisters, Good Morning and a Great New Day full of laughter, joy and peace to you all, I was a r of this great ezine brought out by the late Jay Driskell (He passed away last february) a 70+ man who had collected many such inspiring and good humoured articles during His travels many of which He would record in a tape recorder and then convert to script .... A labour of Love, His ezine was a mix of many inspirational and good natured humour .... Today's article takes us back to days when such innocence still ruled the hearts and minds of people ... Enjoy this post from an old issue of his that I have archived ... May his soul rest in peace .... Read this to the end! It is not what it seems. For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on what we've been given and savor the scents of crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie. For me, it's a little more complicated. One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the

back seat."What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait to tell me. "We learned that boys are different from girls," she chirped. Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see the top of her head. "My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't," she added "Well, yes they do" I said cautiously. I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment. Then she piped up again. "That's how girls know that boys are boys, "she said. "They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy." I mentally calculated the distance home. Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour. "Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up?" My palms were beginning to sweat. "Um...well..." I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?" Well I didn't know

what to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that question at least once? "Oh, well...um..." I stammered. She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own. "It's cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that's when they know they are boys and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes her, too. And then they get married. And then they get cooked." That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things. As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag. "I drew a picture," she said. "Do you want to see?" I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I had to sit down. There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the

thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers were standing tall and proud. She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I told her I loved it - and I did - she got over her pique. That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm not so lucky. Every year I remember that conversation. And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a man, the same way since. (Taken from Rondout ezine - edited by Late Jay Driskell)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Working for God on earth does not pay much, but His Retirement plan is out of this

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