“What is that?” Franklin asked his son when he saw that the small tree in their backyard was covered with shoes draped over its bare branches.
“I made a present for you, Pop,” the boy said. “I heard you tell Mom the other day that you needed a new shoe tree. Well, there it is!”
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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Top photo credit: PDPhotos @ Pixabay.com.
😀
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It’s funny but sweet too!😊
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🙂
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Haha! Brilliant! The son’s understanding got a bit lost in the translation, but I am reminded with gifts it is the thought (and the effort) that make this gift so very special. 🙂
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As I said before Children are idiots.
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No, they just take things too literally.
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Idiots..
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Weren’t you once a child?
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And I was an idiot. I’m not denying it, still am and that’s what I hate about myself.
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Oh stop. You are not an idiot. You’re very bright and you write poetry that is fascinating. So quit being so self-critical.
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Ha ha ha, so cute.
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