A man went fishing after work on Friday and stayed out all weekend with the boys. Sunday night he was met by a very angry wife who said, how would you like it if you didn't see me for three days. He said, that would be OK with me. Monday goes by, Tuesday and Wednesday he didn't see his wife. By Thursday the swelling had gone down enough for him to see her out of the corner of his eye.
If a man speaks in the forest and no woman is there to hear him, is he still wrong?
It is easy to decide: if you see any Schwitzers around you, it is probably not the land of Reindeers.
Ahh, childhood memories... our small town neighborhood had dozens of kids and we had a "Bicycle at Large" too.
An old beat up bike that was passed around from family to family so kids could learn to ride before they got their own bike.
When my kids were young I lived in NYC where the tradition was a little different - all their bikes just vanished, never to be seen again.
And somtimes our cars too.