Tinfoil Yamaka

Having three daughters, my parents had to deal with a variety of young lads a courtin' on the Radford girls. Whenever I talk about my Dad dealing with his dating daughters, I like to share the bit of advice he gave me about men: "Missy, guys have two heads, and neither of them are for thinking." He would also threaten to send me out on dates with a nickel in between my knees with the instructions that I had to keep it there. My Dad. Such a quotable guy.

Anyway, one of the fine, young lads that came around was a Jewish boy named Jeremy. He had a large crush on my oldest sister, Amy. Now Amy was always dating other guys, but that never deterred Jeremy. I remember him stopping over at our house for years. He spent so much time at our house one summer, my parents called him their "Adopted Jewish Son."

To Jeremy, I think I will always represent the annoying little sister. But, I have to give him credit for a few things. One, because of him I know how to make a blow torch out of a can of Aqua Net and a lighter. Two, I know that it is possible for a person to like both John Denver AND Prince. And three, he's the only guy to ever convince me to get on the back of his motorcyle. (Sorry, Dad!)

I remember him stopping over at our house one day. This day happened to be a Jewish holiday and he was supposed to be wearing his yamaka, but he had forgotten it.

So Mom, in classic mom-form, lovingly made him one out of tinfoil.

I would love to see what Mom could've done with a roll of toilet paper and a wedding dress challenge.