Where’s the Pepper?

While on our way to Kentucky, for my sister’s wedding, we brought our grandson, Gage, then about 4 years old, along with us. I decided to play a game with him by pointing out different sites along the way. As we neared Cincinnati, there is a storage bin that resembles an igloo that stores the salt for the roads during the winter. I pointed and said, Gage, thats where they store the salt. Without missing a beat, he says, mamaw, where’s the pepper? I laughed so hard, and to this day, I chuckle and remember that conversation everytime I go by it. He is now 10 but just as precious.