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We went to visit some friends tonight whom we don’t get to spend very much time with. They live pretty far away, so we’re lucky to see each other even 3 or 4 times a year. They have a little three year old boy who I am pretty sure knows who we are, and was looking forward to seeing us.
I believe the conversation went something like this.
“Daddy, when are the Donkeys gonna be here?”
“The… Donkeys?” Dad was quite perplexed. He knew that we were coming, and was pretty sure that is who his son was talking about, but couldn’t make the donkey connection.
“You know… the Donkeys… when are they coming?” he persisted.
“Do you mean the Campbells?” asked a still confused Dad.
“Yeah! The Camels! When are they coming?”
Classic.
Can’t remember being called “The Donkeys” ever before. That one won’t soon be forgotten. š
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