I am thankful for Curly. She and I were resting after the big T-day dinner. "Tell me a story Grandma," she said. "I always tell the stories you tell me one."
"I don't know the words," she said. "You don't?" I asked. "No, I know Little Red Riding Hood went through the woods to grandma's house, but I don't know the words." she said with a crestfallen look.
"Why not?" I asked. "Because when I saw the video Dad had it on mute." Curly said.
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