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Sunday, March 11. 2018

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Sweetest thing heard yesterday, from a 7 year-old boy to 3 year-old little brother:


"Jamesie, would you like to help me blow out my birthday candles?"

Posted by Bird Dog in Quotidian Quotable Quote (QQQ) at 14:51 | Comments (4) | Trackbacks (0)

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Yes.

That is very sweet.

However, after watching two little germ reservoirs blow out the candles, I'll just have ice cream if you don't mind.

Blowing out the birthday candles is an old, old tradition and it must be harmless . . . but it just grosses me out. I can go outside and work cattle and then eat without washing my hands, and think nothing of it, but for some reason, watching someone blow spray all over the birthday cake is a genuine ewwww moment for me.

Call me whacky.
#1 feeblemind on 2018-03-11 15:28 (Reply)
Wacky.
#1.1 Bird Dog on 2018-03-11 15:46 (Reply)
God bless Jamesie and his brother. May they always share their birthday candles.
#2 HH on 2018-03-11 18:50 (Reply)
Funniest thing I heard Sunday was at a ski area. It was getting toward quitting time and My-Better-Two-Thirds and I, along with several other adults, were waiting outdoors near the lodge for the younger generation to finish up their skiing. Just a beautiful day.

A very young girl, perhaps five or thereabouts, came clomping over with her dad. Clearly they had made their last run. The girl plopped herself down on a bench among the rest of us and said, matter of factly, "My legs are ready to be finished with these boots!"

There wasn't an adult within earshot who didn't laugh at that.
#3 Knucklehead (Link) on 2018-03-13 12:28 (Reply)

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