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  1. When my son was little, he hated being made to learn his colors. He eventually learned every color except red. If you asked him to pick out the red object he could do it, but if you asked him what color it was he would only say “the color of the blood”. It was real fun explaining to the lady at the checkout that he really wasn’t accustomed to seeing blood, he just got the phrase from my response when his older sister asked me what the colors of the U.S. flag stood for.
    This morning my daughter told me she envisioned this son becoming President…

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