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Eight-Year-Old Logic

(Learning prudence at a young age.) Granddaughter is back for another weekend visit. She's a voracious talker. "Mom and Kenny," she says. "argue about who gets to do the dishes. Mom says, I will do them. Then Kenny says, No, It's my turn." "That will soon be resolved,” I say. “Your mom will decide Kenny gets the job." "I said that in my mind,” she quips. “But not out loud.”

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