Let's get real. . .
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funny! So, I have another "funny."
When my son, Jeff, was 3, he pulled a good one and we never let him forget it. He was a little rascal.
After dinner one Sunday at Gramp's house, Jeff went out with Gramp's to feed the chickens. It had been an hour or so since we'd noticed Jeff back in the house playing with toys. But, I did see this mischieveous little grin on his face. I asked him what he was doing and he dug in his pocket and pulled out a little scrap of paper and took off. The paper was in Gramp's handwriting and it said, "Help, Jeff has locked me in the chicken house!" We went out and found Gramps napping against the wall, with his whisky stash in his hand.
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