From the mouths of babes come jewels

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While I sat in the reception area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an

elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the

receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was

thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his

mother's lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the

man's, he said, "I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller

too."

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As I was nursing my baby, my cousin's six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came

into the room. Never having seen anyone breast-feed before, she was

intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing. After

mulling over my answers, she remarked, "My mom has some of those, but I

don't think she knows how to use them".

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Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a

little wistful. "In ten years," I said, "you'll want to be with your

friends and you won't go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do

now". Carolyn shrugged. "In ten years you'll be too old to do all those

things anyway.

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Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving

immunization shots to children. One day I entered the examining room to

give four-year-old Lizzie her needle. "No, no, no!" she screamed.

"Lizzie", scolded her mother, "that's not polite behavior". With that, the

girl yelled even louder, "No, thank you! No, thank you"!

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On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson asked my son the

question. "Dad, I know that babies come from mommies' tummies, but how do

they get there in the first place?" he asked innocently. After my son

hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust. "You

don't have to make something up, Dad. It's OK if you don't know the

answer".

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Just before I was deployed to Iraq, I sat my eight-year-old son down and

broke the news to him. "I'm going to be away for a long time," I told him.

I'm going to Iraq". "Why?" he asked, "Don't you know there's a war going on

over there"?

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Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children stricken

with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases. One afternoon he and his wife,

Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids. A counselor at a

nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn't know that Newman was a

famous movie star, explained, "That's the man who made this camp possible.

Maybe you've seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle"? Blank stares.

"Well, you've probably seen his face on his lemonade carton"? An

eight-year-old girl perked up. "How long was he missing"?

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God's Problem Now.

His wife's grave side service was just barely finished, when there was a

massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning,

accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little old

man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there".

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May happiness smile on your world and in your heart . . .

Dance yourself silly

God bless America