And now from the Pioneer Press Bulletin Board;

"Peggy of South St. Paul:  "I reminded my oldest daughter that she will be attending school patrol training late in August.  My youngest daughter misunderstood the conversation and wanted to know why her sister was going to troll training.

"Now we're all picturing stooped creatures with lumpy noses and long,  scraggly hair,  wearing orange safety vests and saying in gruff voices:  'Who's that trip-trapping across my intersection?  Get across the street!"

That reminds me of the time that I went to my first high-school football game.  Mom picked me up after the game and I excitedly told her how I'd gone down to the "confession stand" below the bleachers,  during the half-time,  to get a hot dog.  Somehow they always tasted better there than at home...

The next morning my mom kept quizzing me about it,  until I realized I was using the wrong word!