Overheard recently …

Yes, it’s that time of year

Pat and I had dinner a couple of nights ago at one of our favorite barbecue places. At a nearby table was a large family gathering, with about a dozen people of all ages.

Pat and I were just behind the family as we left the restaurant, when one of the younger members piped up, “Nana, I want to ride home with you.”

“I’m sorry, hon,” said the woman whose shirttail he was tugging, who definitely didn’t look old enough to be a grandmother, “I don’t have room for you. My car’s full of cookies.”

As a former Girl Scout (and second-place cookie pusher in the county when I was 14), and a former Girl Scout leader, I had to smile.