Don't Forget

Dayton waved as his friend Cole hopped out of the van, then moved into the front seat beside his mother. "That was fun!" he told her. "I wish we could have a Sunday school class picnic every Saturday."

Mom grinned wearily. "I don't! After all the work involved, I'm pretty exhausted."

When they got home, Dad opened the car door. "Let me carry in the leftovers--if there are any," he said. "Did everyone have a good time?"

"They seemed to," Mom said as she handed Dayton the volleyball equipment. Then she frowned. "But none of them said thank you. I brought the food, planned the games, and gave them rides to and from the park. And not one person thanked me!"

"They just forgot, Mom," Dayton said. "They all had such a good time, they just forgot to thank you. They think you're a great teacher."

"Where do you want this cooler?" asked Dad.

"Just set it on the counter," Mom replied. "I'll take care of it later." Her brows wrinkled. "I think the kids in my class need to learn better manners