Shortly after my grandmother passed away, I took my daughter to her grave site, which was located beside a row of pine trees.
“How nice,” I said. “Grandma has a great spot here in the shade.”
My daughter replied, “Mom, aren't they all in the shade?”
A young boy watched his grandfather put on shoes with a device he'd never seen before.
The boy asked what it was. As he handed it to the boy, the grandfather answered, "It's a shoehorn."
After looking at it and turning it over the boy asked, "How do you play it?"