My poor children. The only one who escaped was Jeff Fedder. Someone was talking about a potato butler and I couldn't stop giggling. It reminded me of this story: True story.
Oh, dear. A potato butler. We homeschooled our children, so they had no idea that I lied to them all the time. At least not until they got into College, and then I'd receive angry messages about the myths I'd passed down to them.
Once, my daughter asked me what a butler was. So, I told her, very seriously, "He is the man who got hired to wipe the King's butt. It was an important job. He had to be available at any time of the day and night. He had to be completely trusted not to giggle or tattle.
If he left one teeny-weeny spot of poo on the King's bottom the guard would take him out back and drown him in the cesspit."
Then, she asked, "Mommy, what's a cesspit?" So I explained politics to her.
About the Creator
Tina D'Angelo
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
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