FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES

I love the outdoors, and because of my passion  for hunting and fishing, my family eats a considerable amount of wild  game. So much, in fact, that one evening as I set a platter of broiled  venison steaks on the dinner table, my ten-year-old daughter looked up  and said, "Boy, it sure would be nice if pizzas lived in the woods."

A mother was showing her son how to zip up his  coat. "The secret," she said, "is to get the left part of the zipper to  fit in the other side before you try to zip it up." The boy looked at her  quizzically... "Why does it have to be a secret?"

When my daughter was  three, we watched Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs for the first time.  The wicked queen appeared, disguised as an old lady selling apples, and  my daughter was spellbound. Then Snow White took a bite of the poisoned  apple and fell to the ground unconscious. As the apple rolled away, my daughter spoke up. "See, Mom. She doesn't like the skin  either."

A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found  himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room  burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover.  The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, "What's the matter,  haven't you ever seen a little boy before?"