asked me to night about how we spent our summers. I waxed poetically
about the prices of this and that, how my brother would look after me
and such. We got up and met the rest of te family.
Lily, moved by the history and emotion of my stories, asked me to tell
the kids the stories. So I waxed, yet again(cue birdies and flute
music)...
As I finished up with, "...and my brother would look after me and make
lunh and take care of me", I hear Lily say, "who wants to hear my
whoopy cushion fart?!???!"
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