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Going over the little art journals that Juicebox made at school and came home with today, there was a conversation:

The lady: “What does that one say, Juicebox?”

JB: “When you are old, you sit in a wheelchair.”

Me: “Well, thats not quite right.  We know people that are old that aren’t in wheelchairs.:

JB: (looking and pointing) “Yeah.  Like YOU, Dad.”

Close to the sound of the lady laughing off the couch.