Our Empty Nest Blessed With a Daughter0
- Editorials
- October 26, 2022
Trick-or-treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. A rhyme from my childhood that my sister Jodi and I would joke around about. I don’t believe it would be politically correct in today’s world; it would have to go something like trick-or-treat, don’t worry about the smell of my feet, give me something