Apron Signing Day Quotes

Dear God: Thank you for the gift of life. Signed: Conroy Conroy: What gift? You know there's no such thing as a free lunch. You're paying for life every day. Pain, depression, bad weather, disappointments, sorrow, the blahs, and every day you're getting older. What do you call all of that, fringe benefits? I figured that if I just gave you life, you wouldn't appreciate it. Not that my charging you did much good. Most of you don't appreciate life anyway. You're too busy complaining about the price. Signed: God TWENTY-FOUR "She'll be ready in a minute," said Leonard as he sat down sideways, looping his legs over the arm of an aging, overstuffed chair in the Cohen living room. As I sat down on the couch, I could hear the sounds of the early Sunday morning crowd drifting through the door and up the few stairs that separated the Cohen Food Store from the living room. The few times I had been in Leonard's house, I always felt as if I were sitting backstage at a neighborhood play. Mrs. Cohen came out of the bathroom, readjusting the apron that came up to her armpits. "Good morning, Timmy," she said, smiling as she walked across the living room. "Good morning, Mrs. Cohen." She stopped and stared furiously at Leonard. "Sit in that chair the right way." Leonard obediently swung his feet around and

Apron strings.... What do they mean? Your grandmas love or your mother's dream? We remember when every day when they wore these signs of love for ever lore...

The next day there was a sign in front of the school: “Welcome, Ms. LaGrange!” Mr. Klutz was standing at the front door next to a lady I never saw before. Her hair stuck out from under a big chef’s hat, and she was wearing an apron with the words “Make Lunch, Not War” on it. “Ms. LaGrange, this is A.J.,” Mr. Klutz said when I reached the top of the steps. “Maybe you can get him to eat some vegetables.