I invited my 10-year-old grandson to eat with me in the retirement-home dining room.
His hair needed some work, so I gave him a comb, but five minutes after he worked on it, it still looked hopeless.
I asked him if he combed it only on the weekends.
With a straight face he responded, “No, just for weddings.”
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— Bruce Dougherty, Fort Worth