My son was always telling my blonde grandaughter that she was so clumbsy that she shouldn't walk and chew gum at the same time. One day, on a camping trip, there was a loud, crashing noise coming from the campsite. She had slipped on a small hill and landed in all the cooking equipment. She wasn't hurt but sat there for a short while. She then slowly took the gum out of her mouth, stood up and walked away.
She has a younger brother with the same genes. His name is Robert. One day she was writing her name on a piece of paper. He said he could write his name too so she gave him the pen so he could show her. When he got done she said, "That doesn't say Robert, it says Ruben." His response to that was, "My name's Ruben??"
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