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A mother asked her small son what he would like for his birthday.
"I'd like a little brother," the boy said.
"Oh my, that's such a big wish," said the mother.
"Why do you want a little brother?"
"Well," said the boy, "there's only so much I can blame on the dog."
Connie told her 4-year-old grandson, Dean, not to jump on the beds.
After several warnings she punished him, explaining that should he fall, he would hurt himself badly.
Several minutes passed and he was back to jumping on the beds.
Connie said, "Dean, you weren't jumping on the beds again, were you?"
He stood with his little head dropped low and said, "I'm trying, but it's so hard to quit."
Sally was sometimes a very naughty five year-old.
On one of those occasions, her mother tried to teach her a lesson, and said to Sally.
"Don't you know that if you keep being so naughty, your children will be naughty too?"
With that, Sally started to giggle, louder and louder.
"And what is so funny, young lady?" her mother asked.
"So what did you do?" asked Sally.
I'm ashamed of you," the mother said.
"Fighting with your best friend is a terrible thing to do."
"He threw a rock at me!" the boy said. "So I threw one at him."
"When he threw a rock at you, you should have come to me."
"What good would that have done? My aim is much better than yours."
"I'd like a little brother," the boy said.
"Oh my, that's such a big wish," said the mother.
"Why do you want a little brother?"
"Well," said the boy, "there's only so much I can blame on the dog."
Connie told her 4-year-old grandson, Dean, not to jump on the beds.
After several warnings she punished him, explaining that should he fall, he would hurt himself badly.
Several minutes passed and he was back to jumping on the beds.
Connie said, "Dean, you weren't jumping on the beds again, were you?"
He stood with his little head dropped low and said, "I'm trying, but it's so hard to quit."
Sally was sometimes a very naughty five year-old.
On one of those occasions, her mother tried to teach her a lesson, and said to Sally.
"Don't you know that if you keep being so naughty, your children will be naughty too?"
With that, Sally started to giggle, louder and louder.
"And what is so funny, young lady?" her mother asked.
"So what did you do?" asked Sally.
I'm ashamed of you," the mother said.
"Fighting with your best friend is a terrible thing to do."
"He threw a rock at me!" the boy said. "So I threw one at him."
"When he threw a rock at you, you should have come to me."
"What good would that have done? My aim is much better than yours."
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