by Roger

Recent camping things reminded me of the time a bunch of us were camping at Diamond Point Park at Bemidji when Grandma and Grandpa were in the nursing home.

I'm sure Audrey, Pam, Denise and Dad were there, and probably Don and Ellie as well.

It was evening.   Mom had bought a box of Cracker Jacks.   The prize inside was a very tiny book of riddles, hardly larger than a postage stamp and razor thin.   Mom sat on a chair in front of the tent trailer, with the rest of us sitting facing her.

She began reading the riddles to us.   It was the funniest thing.   Mom looked comical holding such a tiny book in front of her face.   The riddles were so silly and off-beat, Mom's reading was so deliberate, and she had such a bemused expression on her face.   She was having the time of her life, making us all laugh so hard.

Another reason it was so funny is that it seemed that the tiny book could not contain more than five or six riddles, yet it just went on and on.   She just kept turning those tiny pages.   Every time we thought that we'd heard the last one, she would begin reading another one.   There must have been 25 or so.

I remember only one.   It was funnier than all the rest.   It may have been the final one in the book:

    Who's bigger, Mrs Bigger or her baby?

    For answer, click here

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