Daddy: busy with the lap top absently responds, "Hmmmm?"
Emma: Daddy!! Daddy! I have your weading glasses! I've been keeping them safe for you.
Daddy: Hmmm, oh, okay Emma.
"CLINK"
Sound of the protected reading glasses landing at Daddy's feet as Emma, glad to relinquish them, tossed them across the room at her father. They survived.
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Wonderful! My (once) little nephew used to think it very funny if my brother ate with his glasses on. He also believed I could fix anything, as a lot of his toys, when he was young, were wooden. One plane, especially, he would break every visit, so I would fix it for him. I began to suspect that he did that on purpose, so as to have, oh, a sort of conversation piece. Especially if I was not there he would bring the broken toy to Mum and announce, " Uncle Bubba fix [my brother and I always called each other Bubba, so I became Uncle Bubba]." Well, ( stop me if I told thee, this story before... ) one day, he is helping me mum unload the dishwasher. He picks up on of the best plates, holds it straight out and lets it drop onto the tiles, where it shatters into several thousand pieces. My mother looks horrified and says, "James!!! Why did you do that!?" James looks up, completely happy, as though mum does not know her son very well, and in a satisfied voice announces, "Uncle Bubba fix!"
I hope thee had a wonderful Christmas Adam, and happy Christmas Eve!
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