A couple of weeks ago my eight-year-old grandson, Joshua, came downstairs to see what I was doing. It was a little after 5 pm and I had the TV news on in the background as I was working on dinner. For some reason the news appeals to Josh, and he sat down to watch it.
"Grandma, they're looking for a pimple."
"What do you mean?" I asked as I continued to chop onions.
"The news says that people in the neighborhood are looking for a big pimple."
Intrigued, I rinsed my hands and joined him on the couch, hoping to figure out what this breaking news was all about. I listened to the newscaster as she said, "Neighbors are on the alert for a large pit bull roaming the neighborhood."
(Say it out loud to yourself--pit bull and pimple sound a lot alike!)