One day the first-grade teacher read the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part where Chicken Little warns the farmer. She read, ” . . . . and Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, “The sky is falling!” The teacher then asked the class, “And what do you think that farmer said?” A little girl raised her hand and said, “I think he said, “Holy crap. A talking chicken.” The teacher took a few minutes to regain her composure.
One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked, with a tremor in his voice: “Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?” The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t dear,” she said. “I have to sleep with Daddy.” A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice. “The big sissy.”