SONS ALL LOOK THE SAME
During a high-school half-time show, a father sitting behind us on the bleachers boasted, “That’s my son!” The boy who had been playing the trumpet solo so well up until that point then proceeded to make many mistakes. “Well,” came the voice behind us, “maybe not. They all look alike from up here.” By Suzanne Wray
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