Bottoms Up!

A member of the Fairlawn, N. J., Group writes that his granddaughter, a five-year-old, really stumped him with a question a few years ago. He was nursing a terrible hangover when he remembered that he had promised to take care of the child for the afternoon. He dressed, walked over to his son's house, and took the little girl to a city park where she could romp out-of-doors. Every ten or fifteen minutes he would slip off to a nearby tavern for a quick one, hurrying back to keep an eye on the child. Finally, some of the mothers in the park began to notice his strange disappearances. They must have discussed them within hearing of the child because on his return from the last trip she asked: "Grandpa, where do you go when you're gone?"