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Sunglasses (Joke)

I went to the store with my little boy one day and I gave him some money.

I noticed he went over to the rack with the sunglasses.

I let him buy them.

After we got home, he took them out of the bag, went outside, but didn't put them on.

He had come back into the house later that day.

I asked him why he didn't wear them.

He said, "Oh, these sunglasses aren't for me mommy, they are for the sun. Stupid."

Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.26/2005
This is just a joke I had come up with. It's not true.


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