One time, when Miss Neenee was about 5 years old, we were going over the names of the apostles. Her Sunday School class was learning them. She was working hard to memorize them. She started out practicing, “Peter, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Simon, Theodore, Bartholomew……..” I said, “Wait a minute! One of those was a chipmunk.” She grinned really big & said, “Oh yeah! I knew that!”

One night, when Miss Neenee was about 6 years old, she was having trouble going to sleep. She was tossing & turning & kept wiggling around in her bed. I told her she needed to be still & go to sleep. She said she couldn’t be still because Katy was in the bed with her & that she was the one being wiggly. (Katy was her imaginary friend.) I told her to tell Katy if she did not go to sleep, I was going to spank her butt. Miss Neenee replied, “Uh, you might not want to do that.” I asked why. She said, “Because Katy’s Dad is a professional wrestler.”