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He Called Me a Limp-Clod

He called me a limp-clod. What is it? I have no idea. But it made you mad? I am furious. I could hit him. Can we ask him? Okay. What is a limp-clod? A limp is my best friend and a clod is his name. Your name is Claude? Yes. Are you still mad? Not as mad, but I have not slowed down yet. Understood.

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Michelle Faulkner

Date: 11/1/2018 9:59:00 AM

Conversations with kids are so eye-opening, since they have not yet learned to censor themselves!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/1/2018 10:25:00 AM

I love having them talk to me, because it gives me a clear insight into what their thinking is.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 11/1/2018 4:23:00 AM

"Not as mad, but I have not slowed down yet." hahahahaha ;D So true! Once these things happen, it takes a while to lose the mad "momentum"...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/1/2018 6:56:00 AM

Children are much more honest than adults I meet.