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Just One of the Boys

My friend assured me that the class had ended well.  And I nodded as she spoke.

“But there was a squabble between the boys,” she said.  “Not just your son.  But several.  And none of them would let go.”

I could see it now.

And then she smirked.  “Purses.”

I leaned in closer for the punchline.

But that was it.  Until she added, “they were all fighting for the prettiest purse.”


Reason #49 for the day of why I love my boy.


One Response to “Just One of the Boys”

  1. The Man says:

    I couldn’t be prouder of me son

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