As a young child, we would always go to my grandparents' for Saturday evening dinner. Once the meal was over, we all, with the exception of my grandmother, would go into the living room to watch TV while she was getting dessert ready. Invariably, Timmy would fall down the well, get lost in the woods, catch bank robbers, or get into some such danger...
It would come to the point in the show where the danger was most intense, and little me couldn't bear to watch, where in the heck was Lassie? I would run out to the kitchen, where Grandma was frosting the cake she had been making. She would hand me the empty bowl of frosting and a rubber scraper and let me clean out the bowl.
By the time I was done, Timmy was home safely, thanks to Lassie, and all was well with the world. Grandpa would always chuckle and comment, "Of course he was fine, he has to be on next week"!! I would pretend I didn't hear him, and Saturday night's frosting clean-up was always mine!!!
The only downer...Lawrence Welk was coming up next....
BTW...great chapter!!! Now if only I had a bowl of frosting to clean up.....