Nine Kids

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I was talking to a man a couple of weeks ago, who during the course of the conversation mentioned he had nine children.

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“Nine kids!?” I cried.

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“Yes,” he nodded sagely before sitting back in his chair as if to intone some wise words.
“And the funny thing is,” he declared, “six of them turned out great!”

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Snow is like People

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We were driving through the snow earlier today when a philiosophical young five year old came out with a good one from the back seat.

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“Y’know,” he said, “snow is like people…”

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I asked how.

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“They both go up and over the car” he explained. I noticed how the falling flakes changed its downward path as the car sliced through the light blizzard.

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“How do people go up and over the car?” I asked.

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“Y’know …when they hit the bonnet”

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