Oh, to hear that again, coming from my Mom. Playing in the back yard, all dirty and grimy, young, no thoughts or concerns, other than thoughts of Jack Armstrong and Terry and The Pirates, or Captain Midnight. Not a are in the world, and then to hear, "Come on in honey, it's Suppertime."
How great life was, back in 1937, for a five year old.
It's unfortunate, I doubt that many children hear that from their Mothers anymore.
"Just pop it in the microwave, on high for sixty seconds should do it, see you later, have a meeting." That is more likely what many kids hear nowdays
