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Friday, August 03, 2007
Oh, sure, I can pull THAT one out of my hat...
"Mom, I'm going for a walk. After I get back, can you teach me two things?"
"I don't know---what two things?"
"Algebra, and how to use a fountain pen."
That Son #2. He is a hoot.
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