1. Sixth Grade, Mr Darraugh's class. Robert and I were goofing off before class and I spilled powdered red Tempra paint in his very blonde hair. Both of us being geniuses, we tried to wash it out. Ha-ha, which only succeeded in turning his hair, neck and shirt bright red. We got to visit the Principal's office again and a stern talking to as we tried to explain what happened. I bet all the teachers got a great laugh from that escepade.
2. In the Morning after spending the night at Robert's house, his Mom asked what special breakfast she could make for us. I told her I wanted French Toast and I wanted to watch her make it. See,my Mom would not make it at our house, because, we were told it was so complicated. Imagine my amazement as she cracked and stirred some eggs, added Vanilla flavoring and cinnamon, drenched the bread and then fried it. She was my Hero! My Mom had a lot of explaining to do when I got home.
Mike (Mose) Moseley
Two stories ...
1. Sixth Grade, Mr Darraugh's class. Robert and I were goofing off before class and I spilled powdered red Tempra paint in his very blonde hair. Both of us being geniuses, we tried to wash it out. Ha-ha, which only succeeded in turning his hair, neck and shirt bright red. We got to visit the Principal's office again and a stern talking to as we tried to explain what happened. I bet all the teachers got a great laugh from that escepade.
2. In the Morning after spending the night at Robert's house, his Mom asked what special breakfast she could make for us. I told her I wanted French Toast and I wanted to watch her make it. See,my Mom would not make it at our house, because, we were told it was so complicated. Imagine my amazement as she cracked and stirred some eggs, added Vanilla flavoring and cinnamon, drenched the bread and then fried it. She was my Hero! My Mom had a lot of explaining to do when I got home.
Prayers and blessings to Robert.
Positively, Mose