Possum Pot Roast
We love to recall some of the funny moments when our children were growing up and believe me, there are many! One of the funniest was our youngest son John’s best friend who lived next door. They were both about 10 years of age, but Buddy Balas was twice the size of our son—mainly because he ate at every house in the neighborhood. He knew when every household meal was served and he managed to be there. Now, his mother did not understand why Buddy Balas was so overweight, because she knew nothing of his eating all up and down the street. So, she put him on a diet, cutting him down to two small meals a day. Of course he wasn’t losing any weight.
One evening he made the dinner meal at our home when we were having pot roast. We were all gathered at the table. I noticed Buddy Balas putting a large hunk of roast in his mouth and immediately said to my husband, “Wow, this is the best ‘possum’ you have brought home yet!”
Well, our boys knew me well enough to know I was up to no good, so they just kept quiet. Young Buddy’s eyes got bigger. He shoved the roast to one side of his mouth and just froze.
I said to him, “Oh, I’m sorry, Buddy. What I meant by that remark was that most possums my husband brings home may have been laying in the road for two or three days, but he just happen to see this one get run over and knew it was fresh.”
Buddy Balas just rolled that piece of roast around in his mouth for a few seconds and then swallowed it right down and never stopped eating.
That’s been over 30 years ago and to this day, we have never told him any different, and he never slowed down eating at our house!
What’s the moral of this story? I don’t know, ignorance is bliss? In that case, why aren’t more people happy? No, he was just happy to be part of a family.