A glass of cider
Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:49 pm
A little girl came running into the house crying her eyes out and
> Cradling her hand.
> "Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!" she wailed.
> "Why do you want a glass of cider?" asked mom.
> "I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away"
> Confused, but weary of the child's whining, the mother obliged and
> Poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her
> Hand in it.
> "Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn't work!" whined the little One.
> "What are you talking about?" asked her increasingly perplexed parent.
> "Well I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in
> Her hand, she can't wait to get it in cider!
> Cradling her hand.
> "Mommy, quick! Get me a glass of cider!" she wailed.
> "Why do you want a glass of cider?" asked mom.
> "I cut my hand on a thorn, and I want the pain to go away"
> Confused, but weary of the child's whining, the mother obliged and
> Poured her a glass of cider. The little girl immediately dunked her
> Hand in it.
> "Ouch! It still hurts! This cider doesn't work!" whined the little One.
> "What are you talking about?" asked her increasingly perplexed parent.
> "Well I overheard my big sister say that whenever she gets a prick in
> Her hand, she can't wait to get it in cider!
