One day, about 12 years ago, Granny drove to Douglas to visit her friend Karla and Karla's daughters. At that time, Karla's youngest daughter, Brandi, was about 18 months old. Brandi and Granny really liked each other, and Brandi liked to look at the Smokey Bear on Granny's watch, and examine the Indian head on her $2½ gold piece that she wore as a necklace, and play with her hair. Brandi was so little, that in order to do all this exploring of Granny, she had to stand on her lap.
So, this day when Granny was visiting Karla and Brandi, and Brandi was standing on Granny's lap and exploring her, Brandi noticed that Granny had a little brown mole on the left side of her jaw. And then she saw a little brown mole on the left side of her neck. And then she saw a little brown mole on the left side of her collar bone. So, then she wondered how far down they went. And, because she was only 18 months old and didn't know anything about modesty, Brandi pulled out Granny's collar and looked down her blouse. Poor Karla was as embarrassed as could be, but Granny just thought it was very funny.
In A Nutshell follows.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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5 comments:
Too funny!
I love the lack of artifice that children display. So cute. (Did she find any more moles?)
Maybe the signs of a future dermatologist?
No, there are no more moles in that direct line.
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