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Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Out to Lunch
My nephew, the policeman, took my parents and me out to lunch. My other nephew, the bean-counter, met us there. Dad certainly enjoyed his chocolate milkshake. We had a great time.
My nephew, the policeman, took my parents and me out to lunch. My other nephew, the bean-counter, met us there. Dad certainly enjoyed his chocolate milkshake. We had a great time.
2 comments:
Gran Gran and John Pop are lucky to have you guys all so close!
OK, so you've got a policeman and a bean counter? What do you call all of your other nephews and nieces (and children, too, for that matter)?
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