I took a miniscule survey with a few friends recently asking them, “What’s the first word that comes into your mind when you hear the word “funnel?”  Seven out of  twelve squealed  “funnel cake!” They must have a sweet tooth or happy memories at a fair!  But, I remember Grandma and her airy kitchen that swelled with aromatic delights, especially her chicken soup. I remember she had numerous and, different sized funnels, always pouring some kind of liquid or substance into a jar or pitcher.

Babies, toddlers and, kids were common commodities at grandma’s house. Discipline, structure and plenty of time to play were grandma’s rules. However, it was as natural as jumping rope to skip one or two unspoken rules by us chiquitos.  One in particular always took playtime into time-out episodes.  She’d notice one or two were playing by the funnel law—a capital offense!  “Aqui no se vive la…