One day my Bobba was out, and my Zaida was in charge of me.

I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little ‘tea set’ as a gift, and it was one of my favorite toys.

Zaida was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of ‘tea’, which was just water.

After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such ‘yummy’ tea, my Bobba came home.

My Zaida made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was ‘just the cutest thing!’ Zaida waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Zaida, and she watched him drink it up.

Then she said, (as only a Bobba would know), “Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?”