My daughter and I were driving down Route 1A and nearing a red light in North Beverly when I saw what looked like a crow jump off the curb onto the roadway. As we came closer, the bird hopped back onto the sidewalk, and I realized it was a small black chicken. The chicken waited until all the cars had stopped and then darted to the other side of the road, using the crosswalk. As she disappeared into the bushes, my daughter and I laughed, agreeing, “We may not know why the chicken crosses the road, but we sure know how -- and she doesn’t jaywalk!”
Donna Di Lillo / Beverly
Mother’s Helper At the grocery store checkout with one of my 4-year-old twin sons, I swiped my credit card to pay. My son grabbed the pen and declared, “I’m going to sign your name -- how do you spell it?” Caught off guard, I hesitated. He confidently answered his own question: “Oh, yes, M-A-M-A.”
Silvia Fabrizio / Hingham
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