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When my now 20 year old son was 4, we lived in a lovely garden apartment in Spring Valley, NY. Daily, a gentleman of Indian decent would walk, contemplating peacefully. My ex-husband would good naturedly remark that Ghandi was out walking the greens again. One afternoon we happened to be returning from a shopping trip and the gentleman was taking his walk. My son, who was and still is quite friendly, walked up to him and said "hello Ghandi".

:whistlingThis is what my husband and I were doing right after that...:whistling
 
lol!!! :LOL: i remember when my sister and i were really little we would always argue and after a while one day my mom yelled "YOU'RE MAKING ME CRAZY!!"
the next time we were fighting my sister put her hands on her hips and said..."you maka me cwazy!" my mom cracked up.:ROFLMAO:
 
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