ROFL.
I won't tell but one story of growing up. I promise.
We lived so far back in the sticks that a guy used to bring a store on wheels into our area.
It was called The Rollin' Store. We used to pool our pennies to buy Sugar Daddies and Black Cows from it.
The only problem was that there were about 15 kids and we usually had just enough to buy 2 of each.
The solution? There was one boy with huge, strong teeth. We would get him to bite the treats into equal pieces for everybody!
Sylvia