This reminds me of stories my folks tell. We'd go to Furr's Restaurant after church, which was a big deal in the day. Crystal chandeliers, linens, and a lady playing classical music on piano in the dining room. They soon learned to choose a booth or table against the wall where they had a better chance of pinning me in. But it rarely worked, I could wiggle down under the table and crawl out to go dance to the music. The ballerina must dance!
I have now ODed on AWWWW!!---Ray
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