The apple of my eye. That’s my daughter, Theresa. She always was and still is. But this Sunday she almost pulled the plug.
Theresa was just six years old at the time. My brother Mickey and his wife Lena invited us for a Sunday dinner.
My brother and his wife made a big fuss over Theresa, how nice she looked. They were very nice to Theresa. They loved children.
Then we sat down for dinner. All Italians have macaroni with meatballs. But they had chicken instead. Sooooo, Theresa said, “I don’t like that.” #1
Then Aunt Lena gave Theresa a box of orange slice candy. Sooooo, Theresa said, “I don’t like that.” #2
My brother said we will take a walk with Theresa. As we were walking, a “Good Humor” truck came up and stopped. So Uncle Mickey bought her an ice cream bar. Sooooo, Theresa said, “I don’t like that.” #3
Then my brother took us into a very fancy bakery. And when the lady behind the counter saw this pretty child she handed her a very nice cookie. Naturally, Theresa said, “I don’t like that.” #4
My answer to all this was – she is a child.