The Way to a Man's Heart

A friend of John's is home tonight with his three nearly-grown sons. Mama is out of town for three weeks, so the guys are on their own for supper, and several more suppers after that. John called the man to talk about some farm business, and stumbled onto a desperate dad. "I'm trying to teach these boys how to make spaghetti," the man said. "One of them is ruining the pasta, one of them is ruining the sauce, and the third one is eating chips and salsa because he sees the handwriting on the wall."

I think it's going to be a long three weeks. I think Mama is going to be mighty welcome when she gets back home.