One summer, I made a big container of punch for our annual Sluder family reunion. Wayne Jr had a young Sluder relative, Glen Warren Cutright, a son of Wayne's cousin, here visiting that was going to the reunion with us. I noticed that Wayne Jr and Glen Warren were snickering. I supposed they were just doing usual boy things and let it pass. I was proud that everyone requested that I bring my famous punch. I gathered my casseroles and punch and drove to the picnic grounds with the children in tow. Wayne had already gone ahead to ready the area for the gathering. The food was great and several types of drink were served. Wayne Jr passed by me as we were eating, and Glen made a loud "HIC" sound and giggled along with Wayne Jr. I was wondering what they were up to, but got busy talking and never thought more about it until I took a sip of my famous punch. Immediately, I knew that someone had added something to my recipe. I put two and two together and came up with Wayne Jr and Glen Warren. Then, I realized what the boys were laughing about. I never said anything until I got home and checked the refrigerator and found about half of a big bottle of Mexican wine was gone. I had purchased it in old Mexico only for the pretty bottle. I called Wayne Jr in to give him a good lecture. Wayne asked what was wrong and when I told him, he broke up laughing. I told him it was not funny as many of the relatives were deeply religious and would have a “fit” if they knew they had been drinking wine tainted punch. He laughed even harder and said his cousin, Warren Cutright, who often preached at his church, drank a glass of my punch and commented that it was the best punch he had ever drunk. He had filled his glass twice more, still making comments about how good Lois's punch was. To this day, Wayne's religious cousin does not know he partook of the devils brew.