The old ways never die. My youngest daughter, five, was eating some sweets when one fell on the ground. Quick as a flash, she bent down – waste not, want not – and popped it in her mouth. Horrified, I told her never to eat anything from the floor again. She just looked at me with her big blue eyes and said: "Don't worry daddy, I blessed it."
Published on October 18, 2010 02:43