"Snappy Easter!"

     For years I taught a lady's Sunday School class at Butternut Bible Church.  The class was quite large and on Christmas and Easter attendance climbed to thirty or more ladies.  One year I didn't have time to sew Easter dresses, as was my custom, for myself and my two daughters.  So Kelly, who was a teenager at the time, begged me to let her make them.  She was quite a budding seamstress, fearless and talented and did a great job on everything the sewed, so it wasn't hard to trust her with it.
    We went to the material shop and picked out simple patterns that she could put together quickly.  She went to work the week before Easter and completed her's and Jennifer's in a short time.  For some reason though, she put mine off until the last minute.
     So there she sat, Easter Eve, sewing frantically on my dress. It was just about finished at bedtime.  I tried it on and it fit perfectly.  All she had to do was add buttons and buttonholes.  That was going to be a big job because they ran down the front of the dress.  I looked at it and said, "It's going to take you a while to do that job. It may be too late.  Don't stay up late. If you don't finish it I can wear last year's Easter dress."
     Well I should have known better.  Kelly has always been a determined person.  When she starts something, she finishes it.  I could tell by the look in her eyes that she would not give it up.
      The next morning I got up to see my new dress completed, pressed and hanging in the dinning room.  When I put it on however, I discovered that she had taken a short cut.  Instead of buttons and buttonholes down the front, Kelly had sewn large snaps.  I tested a couple and found them to be very strong, so I put the dress on and went to church.
     I breezed into class, a little late as usual, greeted the Easter crowd, and accepted their compliments on my new dress with a proud, "Thank you, my daughter Kelly made it!"  At that time I used an overhead projector to teach, so I proceeded to set it up and pull a stool up beside it.  The class became quite after our opening prayer and I sat down on the stool, then I twisted to the side to turn on the projector.  As I turned, I heard a  metallic rip as every snap on that dress popped and as easily as Gypsy Rose Lea shed her hottest stripper's gown, my dress fell open. There I sat, exposed in all my half-naked glory, listening to a room full of women howling in laughter. As the laughter subsided and I snapped up the dress, I stammered, red faced, "How's that for an entrance?"