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None of my grandsons share my corny sense of humour. When the family is eating lasagne, I say, “Lean over your plate, boys. You’ll get less-on-ya.” I say to the ten-year-old, “Don’t yell through the screen door; you’ll strain your voice.” And when I took another grandson to the zoo, I asked, “Do you know why that’s snake’s not pressed against the glass? He doesn’t want to be a windshield viper.”

They’ll probably laugh later.

Submitted by Homer Adams

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