One day, when Wesley was four he walked up to his Grandma Sharon, laid his little hands on her lap and said, "Grandma, tell me a story about when you were a little girl.""How about," Grandma Sharon said, "if I tell you a story about when your mommy was a little girl.""Climb up here onto my lap and let's look though this photo album while I tell you about what happened one spring day."
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One day, when Wesley was four he walked up to his Grandma Sharon, laid his little hands on her lap and said, "Grandma, tell me a story about when you were a little girl.""How about," Grandma Sharon said, "if I tell you a story about when your mommy was a little girl.""Climb up here onto my lap and let's look though this photo album while I tell you about what happened one spring day."
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