Hello Everyone.
Editor's Note: Having written over 350 stories we thought we needed a little sabbatical. So, until the early March, we will be in re-runs. Please enjoy these previously published Neva tales from not so long ago.
Originally Published: January 28, 2002
I sat and watched in bewildered amusement as my two-year-old daughter Neva ate her dinner last night. Having abandoned her fork, she was busily pushing around her peas and diced carrots, occasionally stuffing them into her mashed potatoes. We had been sitting at the table for over 10 minutes and only enough food to feed a sparrow had made it off her plate and into her mouth.
As Neva is a slow eater, this was nothing unusual and although I don't remember saying anything, I must have commented on her slow and cumbersome progress. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Neva abruptly pulled up her shirt and promptly stuffed the lone pea she had been toying with into her belly button.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
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