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Tuesday, January 12, 2010


I am slowly learning that I must be very precise with my speech.

Dear Chick let one rip this morning. And then just stared at me. Never one to pass up a teachable moment, I began to coach her - "Now what do you say?" Again, blank stare.

Working harder, I began to supply her with the proper words - "You need to say..." - when I was assaulted by an overwhelming stench. "Oh gross, Ana! That stinks!"

God love her, she did do as I told her.

"Oh gross, Ana! That stinks!"


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