Laughter is the best medicine.

My great grandmother came to visit us when we lived in Cave City. I don’t remember the year but it was before I was 12 years old. I also don’t remember the incident; however, I do recall that my grandmother was lying on the couch in our living room. My mom and I were also in the living room.

My mom got on to me for something and slapped me. I turned around to her and said, “I didn’t do that!” Mom asked me if I wanted her to take it back. Of course, I said sure–after all who wants to get in trouble for something that they didn’t do. Right out of the clear blue sky my mom slapped me again while saying, “there, I took it back.”

I do not believe I have ever seen my grandma laugh so hard in my lifetime.