Habits are Pesky Things!
A story is told of a little girl who sat at her kitchen table watching her mom make Sunday dinner for a family reunion. As the mother always did, she popped the roast into the pan, measured it and cut about two inches off the roast and laid it aside.
The daughter watched this thoughtfully. Being a curious little child, she pondered this action for awhile and then innocently asked, “Mom, why do you always cut part of the roast off each time you make it and toss it away?”
Her mother shrugged and said, “Well, I don’t know honey, that’s how my mother did it. Why don’t you ask her?”
So the girl walked into the living room and asked her grandmother, “Grandmother, why did you always cut a few inches off the Sunday roast when you put in the pan?”
The grandmother thought this over and finally remarked, “Well I don’t really know. It’s just the…
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