Hey, y'all,
This weekend was an exciting one for my grandson.  He lost his first tooth Friday evening!  He very seriously asked me if I knew what that meant.  When I asked what, he replied "I am almost grown up!"  And he meant it.  He thinks that now that he has lost a baby tooth, and has "grown-up tools", and is in kindergarten, too, he must be almost grown up.  I just told him not to hurry, because he will be a grown-up for a lot longer than he will be a boy.  He wasn't impressed.  Why do you spend 20 years wishing to be a grown-up, just to spend at least part of the next 60 wishing you were young again?
JB
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Hope you enjoyed vals day.
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