So our little family (four daughters, two sons-in-law, three grandsons, and two great-granddaughters) got together for a Christmas feast and presents-for-the-kids.

One of the little girls, about two, climbed onto the empty coffee table and crawled across it, grinning at the attention she got for it.

Then her dear old gray-headed grandma, my #3 Daughter, instructed her to get down, explaining:

This ain’t no strip joint.

As the twig is bent….

This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s weekly blog hop, One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner or just like them, follow the link.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A coffee table. And/or a strip joint.

MA