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While we were having morning coffee, I started singing Walking in a winter wonderland. Then I sang "Later on we'll perspire as we sit by the fire". She said "WHAT DID YOU SAY". Yes, she knew the words to it. That made my day already.
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That's a really good way to start the day. Happy Thanksgiving
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Doesn't that just put a smile on your face? What a wonderful way to start your day.
eagle
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Be thankful for the small things - they mean the most. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your wife, Ed.
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Ed, You are so sweet and caring your wife is lucky to have you with her. Happy Thanksgiving to the both of you. Hugs Zetta
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That was no small thing for her to process the different words, "perspire" versus "conspire." Such amazing things happen abruptly and are sometimes sweetly startling. Lovely and yes; another item to put in the counting of things to be thankful for.
J.
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So glad that you also had a great moment Ed!
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Perspire.....I had to think for a moment...it is logical but so it this;
But who is this very fat person standing off to one side?" And the little boy said, "Oh--that's Round John Virgin!"
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That's so funny, Judith. I needed that laugh today.
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A child asked about the word Jehovah,
That's what some people call God, she was told.
'Oh yes, just like we call him Hallowed.'
[yes it was me!]
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Goes with "Gladly---the cross eyed bear
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As my five year old brother said to our mother re the wooden benches one sits on in church; "Mom, do they call these pews because we sit on them?" Of course loud enough to be heard by others in the congregation with laughter ensuing.
Love, love, love children to infinity and beyond. Sure do miss having little ones to have conversations and playing with.
My mother who had FTD was not communicating much at one point. One day, my brother and I as well as our step-brother and his wife were visiting. Someone said something very funny and we all started laughing. My mother chose this time to connect; opened her eyes and said, "For crying out loud, don't have an organism!" Eyes shut again. Of course she meant, "orgasm" which sent us sputtering outside so no laughter would break out in her presence.
J.
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