Little Lena had just been given family-car privileges when she returned home very late from a party. The next morning her father, Ole, went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning. At 11:30am Little Lena sleepily walked into the kitchen, and Ole asked her, "Vhat time did yew get in last night?" "Not tew late, Dad," she replied nervously. Dead-pan, Ole said, "Den I'll have tew talk vith da paperboy about putting my paper under da front vheel of da car." Sent from my iPad John Ferman Minneapolis, MN