A New Twist on an Old Tale

Clara Grace’s baby brother wailed in his high chair on the morning of Friday, June the twenty-second while his mommy scrambled to throw breakfast together. Clara Grace stood near the inconsolable boy and recited an appropriate line from a favorite bedtime story to cheer him up, “Little pig, little pig, let me out.”

After a moment, Clara Grace realized she had made a joke and called into the kitchen, “Mommy, that was funny. I said, Little pig, little pig let me out.”