One of the police officers here is a transplanted New Yorker who was raised as a JW by his g'ma.
He and I talk a lot about his JW experience, his g'ma, and his children (Boy age 18, girl age 11).
His kids are both talented athletes (tennis) and the son won a tennis scholarship to university. He hopes the daughter will follow in her brother's footsteps.
Mr. Officer mentioned that one Saturday, after a particularly strenuous workout, he gave his daughter a bottle of red Gatorade to drink. He said she resisted drinking it at first, but he put his foot down and made her do it.
Well, come Sunday, he got an urgent message at work that he was to call home immediately. He said he called, fearing the worse, and his daughter informed him that "the red stuff you gave me yesterday is coming out of me." He didn't have a clue as to what she meant.
He said he told his son to see if he could find out what was going on. His son reported that Baby Girl was locked in the bathroom and refused to come out. By then, Mr. Officer was really scared. He said he rushed home to find Baby Girl still locked in the bathroom, freaking out.
After much coaxing and cajoling and still no results, he called his wife who was out of town on business. He said Baby Girl opened the door a crack so that the could pass the phone to her. After a while, she passed the phone out to him and wife informed him that there was no need to panic; Baby Girl had just begun "the customary thing with women."
If you could have heard him tell it, you would have died laughing! It was so funny because he speaks with this heavy New York accent. I just thought of it when he came into the office.
Can you tell it's a sloooooow day?
Sylvia