During the Depression years, children always found something to do and something to talk about. Those were frustrating years for both the children and the parents, but mostly for the parents. The children didn't know any better.
One day three young boys were playing, and talking about their home life with their parents. One little boy said, "It's about time I be getting home, because if I'm late for supper, my Paw will get mad and whip up on me. He's a real mean Paw."
The second little boy said, "Your Paw ain't mean, I got the meanest Paw in the world." The first little boy said, "How come you say that?"
The second little boy said, "Every time I go home, he slaps me if I say something, and if I don't say something he slaps me. Man I just don't know what to do anymore."
The third little boy said, "Not me, I got the best Paw in the world." He plays with me, and do things with me. He's a real good Paw."
The first two boys looked at him kind of funny and said, "Do he teach you how to do things too?"
The third boy said, "He sho' do, he's teaching me how to swim! Every morning he takes me out to the middle of the lake, and let's me swim back to the shore."
The first two said, almost in unison, "Ain't it kind of hard to swim from the middle of the lake back to the shore?"
"Naw, man, that's the easy part, the hard part is getting out of that sack!"