I was thinking today about when Nan first bought her furniture. She took Wayne (he was 4) and I to Hempill Wells with her to pick out sheets and comforters. She hated to shop by herself. Wayne kept talking about something about Naint Nan. Finally it hit me when he threw his self down behind her and said "Naint Nan's feets are cracked Mama". I had a small heart attack because I didn't want her feelings hurt. I said be quiet Wayne."But Mama her feets are cracked". I thought for sure I would have to choke him to the ground, but he finally shut up. She never heard him. So there I was today sitting in her bathroom floor going through toiletries trying to find "YES" ointments for cracked heels. LOL ..........