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My Beautiful Daughter

This evening, while playing outside, Allison comes to the door:

     ALLISON:  Daddy!  We found meteors!
     DADDY:  You found meteors?
     ALLISON:  Yes! Slow meteors.
     DADDY:  Let me come see.

And they both head back outside looking up at the western sky...

The official report after the investigation:

     DADDY:  They were just slow moving jets leaving contrails.

Guess she lured him into her game, though.

Still, she's so smart.  It just makes me smile.

    

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