With this thought in mind, I found this following story, which was taken from July 2001, edition of The Catholic Digest even more amusing:

A friend of mine was in the attic with her children doing some cleaning. The kids uncovered an old manual typewriter and asked her, “Hey mom, what’s this?”

“Oh, that’s an old typewriter,” she answered.

“Well what does it do?” they queried again.

“I’ll show you,” she said, and returned with a blank piece of paper. My friend rolled the paper into the typewriter and began striking the keys, leaving black letters on the page. “Wow!”” they exclaimed, “that’s really cool. But how does it work? Where do you plug it in?”

“There is no plug,” she answered. “It doesn’t need a plug.”

“Then where do you put the batteries?” they persisted.

“It doesn’t need batteries either,” she continued.

“Wow! That is cool!” they exclaimed. “Someone should have invented this a long time ago!”

The keen minds of our children, all of the milestones as they grow up, that we moms hang onto. The bumps, the bruises; the dress up dresses; son in Dad’s boots and sis in mom’s heels — so very anxious to grow up. Tomorrow’s world is in their hands. And even more marvels will be seen.

Our boys go off to war and come home in just a few months, so noticeably changed. Gone is that boyish attitude, replaced by an older, wiser, more appreciative man of the world seemingly overnight.

Be sure to get out and vote, and thank God for the privilege.

— Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; auntnorie@bdc.net.