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Friday, July 14, 2006

"O! Youth!"

I had a lovely dinner tonight with two of my favorite six-year-olds, whose grandfather had just been taken to the emergency room with an unknown ailment. After a postpranidal check-in with the grandfather, the following exchange ensued (more or less):
Adult: He's feeling much better and he had some dinner.

Girl: What did he have?

Adult: They're still not sure . . . they think it might be pneumonia.

Girl: NO!—What did he have for dinner?


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