Best Story of the Week…October 11
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What a sweet story. Most of the credit goes to the way you tell it, Susannah. The little man’s intentions were noble, and that’s what counts.
My grandson, 5yrs, says he’s going to be an anthropologist and a knight when he grows up. He intends to live with us so he can protect us (while being a knight) since we’ll be so old, ha ha. When the brave knight was asked which room he’ll sleep in, he quickly answered, “With you Nana.”
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Oh Skinny. I love this. I can see him making house calls on a noble steed. Kids. I just love them. π
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That was a lovely tale, beautifully recorded.
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Thanks Anne. Kinda wrote itself. π
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Such a gentle, proud mom prepping her little men to become great men. As the mom of four sons who are now 61. 63. 64 and 66…raised them well. They were wonderful little men who became awesome giants. Sigh…I do love me some men!!! Wonderful read, Susannah. Thanks.
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Wow, you had 4 so you and this sweet lady would have lots to talk about. Too bad I can’t introduce you.
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We would have a wonderful time sharing the joys we have as moms of such sweet little men. Oh how wonderful life is with such sweetness surrounding us!
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Sounds quite special.
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Many reasons to smile in this one. π β¦ including one for the storyteller.
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Yeah, these two boys warmed my heart, and the mother. You know Frank, I wasn’t lucky enough to be one, so I can at least bask in her love for them. She was beaming like the sun. π
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Well said – we are also kidless.
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Then we can humbly appreciate. There’s something to that Frank. π
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Meanwhile, keep smiling β¦ you are a good lady.
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I’m smiling big…like a carved out pumpkin…just for you.
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I’m touched. β¦ maybe blushing a bit.
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I like a man who’s easy to please.
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Such a lovely share, Susannah. My husband called our firstborn Little Man. I wonder if deep down, he knew he would never make it to manhood or if he willed it so much to happen. Because, oddly, he didn’t call either of the other two the same…
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Awe, that’s so poignant Dale. Really.
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Was a special thing. For those who believe, they are together again.
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Don’t know how to draw a heart.
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Consider it drawn.
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Always appreciate our girlie to girlie repartee. π
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So do I! It’s the little things in life. π
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Yes. Those trifles, as Jane Austen called them.
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The best…
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I felt the love of this mother for her boys through your words, Susannah. So well done.
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Thanks a lot John. Appreciate the kind words.
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Sure. Well deserved.
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Very nice.
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Thank you Scott.
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Most Welcome.
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Manners!
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Hm if that was about the story, yes. If that was directed at me, “Most Welcome” is my mannerly way of saying. “You are very welcome. Thank you.”
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Forgive me but Iβm not certain what youβre talking about.
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forget it. Your answer to my last comment was “Manners!” I was attempting to be humorous. It failed.
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No, I failed. Sorry.
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lol
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