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I have personally witnessed many, many versions of the telling of this story, and I was only visiting for a week. Each version of the story was told as if the topic were brand new. Each time the new story was told it was with the same level of enthusiasm - amazing! I'm a proud mommy of the mommy!


Oooh, not any more, Bubbe. The enthusiasm started circling the drain right around telling number 857.

Uncle Dave and Auntie Seraphine

Maybe if some new letters went out for some adventures that would spice things up a bit. Just when W, X, Y, and Z decided to pack things in and do some cooking at home, S, U, and V decided to go out searching for...


Ah, but that would make my stories even longer. No thanks!

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