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January 23, 2015

Waiting for a Pancake

          When Aleta was four years old, a neighbor girl invited her and Stacey to a Valentine Party at which there was spaghetti served. The mother complained to me the next morning that there were a few little girls who wouldn’t eat the spaghetti, and she had to whip up a batch of pancakes the last minute to please them. Knowing that Aleta doesn’t care for spaghetti, I quizzed her about the theoretical situation of being at a party with spaghetti for supper when you didn’t like it.
 
          “What would you do,” I asked tactfully. “Maybe ask for just a small serving?”