When our youngest grandchild, Trevin, was about two, he told a story…meaning he told a downright lie! Of course, his mom did what we all do and gave him “whatfor” with her tongue, and she closed by asking the rhetorical question that all God fearing moms have asked throughout the ages.
“Do you know where you go for lying?”
Trev surprised her by answering on the end of a sob.
And then the sob completely broke as the words burst forth….Hell? No. To The Devil? No. The Bad Place? No. Down South? No.
“To the Do000llllaaaar Ssstooooore,” the poor darling wailed, completely ruining his chances for receiving the spanking that Julie was probably planning for his little bottom.
Of course, it became an instant joke in our family, never to be forgotten. When our day gets about as bad as it can get, it’s always a Dollar Store day for the Jones/Young families.
Today when I posted an old photo of a Ben Franklin five and dime, it dawned on me that young people probably have not a clue what that 5-10 on the top of the building actually mean. Even I forget that once there was a five and dime, where a nickel and a dime actually bought something. Remember?