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snookiessnookie Posts: 359
edited 06/11/2012 - 7:24 AM in Lighten and Brighten
While I sat in the reception area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As
She went to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him,
A little boy slipped off his mother's lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man's, he said, 'I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller too.'.


As I was nursing my baby, my cousin's six-year-old daughter,
Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what
I was doing.
After mulling over my answers, she remarked, 'My mom has some of those, but I don't think she knows how to use them.'


Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn,
I got a little wistful. 'In ten years,' I said, 'you'll want to be with your friends and you won't go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you
do now. Carolyn shrugged. 'In ten years you'll be too old to do all those
things anyway.'


Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to children. One day I entered the examining room
to give four-year-old Lizzie her needle.
'No, no, no!' she screamed.
'Lizzie,' scolded her mother, 'that's not polite behavior.'
With that, the girl yelled even louder, 'No, thank you! No, thank you! '


On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grands asked
My son the question. 'Dad, I know that babies come from mommies'Tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?' he asked
After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust. 'You don't have to make something up, Dad.
It's OK if you don't know the answer.'


Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to him. 'I'm going to be away for a long
time,' I told him. 'I'm going to Iraq .'
'Why?' he asked. 'Don't you know there's a war going on over there?'


Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children stricken with cancer, AIDS and blood diseases. One afternoon he and his
Wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids.
A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn't know that Newman was a famous movie star, explained,
That's the man who made this camp possible. Maybe you've seen his picture on the salad dressing bottle?'
Blank stares.
'Well, you've probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.'
An eight-year-old girl perked up.

'How long was he missing?'



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