Hello Everyone.
I had taken upon myself the onerous and unpleasant task of removing a sliver from my 3 1/2-year-old daughter Neva's foot the other day. To that end, I promised her a treat afterwards for being brave and sitting still while I did it -- just as my mother had always promised when I was a child.
"There's a box of Smarties with your name on it in the kitchen," I assured her, thankful for having stashed away some of that Halloween candy.
After bravely enduring what I imagined to be torture, she got her reward. But as she turned the box over and over in her hand she asked, "Where's my name?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
