In line at the grocery store a couple days ago, there was a tired dad, a very yappy 7-year old boy, and a responsible 9-year old girl ahead of us. If I could always listen to interactions like theirs, I wouldn't mind standing in line. Be sure to read these in a thick, southern Indiana drawl:
Boy: Daddy, what are them [pointing]? What are them, Daddy? Daddy, what are them?
Dad, eventually: Them are Skittles.
....and only seconds later....
Boy: My asthma's gone! My asthma's gone!
Girl: Asthma don't just go away. It never goes away.
Boy: Daddy, what are them [pointing]? What are them, Daddy? Daddy, what are them?
Dad, eventually: Them are Skittles.
....and only seconds later....
Boy: My asthma's gone! My asthma's gone!
Girl: Asthma don't just go away. It never goes away.
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Hey guys. This is Matthew E. Kellen of wake Alaska renoun. I am inspired by your blogsite, and determined to put more into my site. It is so cool to see how y'all are doing. I miss y'all a ton. My blogsite is kellegraham.blogspot.com. I'm in South Africa 'till July. Send your grandparents my best.
Hey guys. This is Matthew E. Kellen of wake Alaska renoun. I am inspired by your blogsite, and determined to put more into my site. It is so cool to see how y'all are doing. I miss y'all a ton. My blogsite is kellegraham.blogspot.com. I'm in South Africa 'till July. Send your grandparents my best.
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