The other morning at the Bakery in Rainy River, Don pulled up to the debating table with his youngest daughter.
A bubbling, effervescent bundle of joy; all smiles giggles and sunshine. That is, until bored with her toast, she headed for the cookie and candy counter.
First Auntie blocked her way, then Dad grabbed her and tried to stuff her back in the high chair.
“Gad, you’re a worse whiner than your Uncle Kirk . . . or any other CN Hoghead!” exclaimed an exasperated Don.
The rest of us, plugging our ears, agreed.