Hmm. Went down to the big “Dollar General” store tonite to pick up dogfood and puppy chow. Didnt wanna wake up with a set of vicious canine teeth working on my legbone.
Why Beth does that just so I’ll get up and go feed the dogs is a mystery for another day.
On my way to the dogfood aisle I passed a really cute young mom in a ball cap and pony tail, trailed by a little red-haired pixie of a daughter maybe 4 or so.
As kids are prone to do, the little girl just asks whatever’s on her mind aloud… the subject in this case being the scruffy fella wearing boots, jeans and a cowboy hat they’d just passed.
“Mommy? Is that a cowboy?”
“Yes honey, that’s a cowboy.”
Up to this point, we ‘re doin’ OK….
“Like Grandpa?”
“Yes honey… just like Grandpa.”
Just for the record, when they do the movie… we’re leaving that last part out.
Rob Jones for President 
I was in a grocery store and a man with his son about 4 years old was riding in the cart. I noticed the boy staring at me, smiled at him and went back to my shopping. Then the little boy declared “Daddy, that lady has big boobies!”
Ahh, the honesty of kids.
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Can’t get mad at kids I suppose:
In my younger years, I had long hair. Now I am about 260 or 275 depending on who is describing me to the sketch artist, and I have never been accused of having a womanly figure. Needless to say I couldn’t help but laugh when a kid behind me one day said “Mommy that woman is really big”
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