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My husband brought our three
young children down the long hall of the maternity ward, pausing to let them
wave in each doorway at the new mothers cuddling bundles. At my room, he
beckoned them in and introduced them to their new brother.

Five-year-old Katrina gingerly
fingered the baby’s thick red hair that the nurse had brushed and oiled into a
fat top curl.  She inspected his little feet, admired his tiny ears, and
planted kisses on his dimpled elbow.  But her coos stopped short at his

Drawing back, she pointed at the identification
bracelet and frowned, “Look, Mommy.  They left the price tag



On a recent flight, an elderly
passenger kept peering out the window. Since it was totally dark, all she could
see was the blinking wing-tip light. Finally, she rang for the flight

“I’m sorry to bother
you,” she said, “but I think you should inform the pilot that his
left-turn indicator is on and has been for some time.”



My little niece, Kelly, went
with a neighbor girl to church for First Communion practice. The pastor had the
children cup their hands and when he gave them the “Host,” in this
case, a piece of bread, he said, “God be with you.”

Apparently, this made quite an impression on my niece.
She went home and told her mother to cup her hands and bend down. Kelly took a
piece of bread from her sandwich, placed it in her mother’s hands and
whispered, in her most angelic voice, “God will get you.”

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