All too often, moms find themselves with so much to do and little time to get things done. Schedules are jam packed, and so many things have to be done for the home, as well as for the kids. These moms look at all that they have to do, and panic sweeps over them.

The firecracker was solidly inserted into the peach. Tom prepared to light it. Hold still!, he barked. I gripped the peach more firmly, planted my feet a bit wider for balance and said, Light it right on the tip. It might go off in my hand! It was a Big Red…an illegal firecracker brought back from Tijuana by our Mexican friends down the street. They always had a few left over from Fourth of July. We usually managed to connive a few from our buddy Eduardo. Tom lit the end of the firecracker. It hissed, and I paused a second to make sure it was well lit before heaving it in the air. This precaution was essential to avoid wasting a good peach. Fruit was plentiful that year. Apricots from our yard, and peaches from Tom’s made fine miniature bombs. With our Dads at work and Moms off shopping, we took advantage of the sunny summer afternoon for this experiment.