Sometimes I spontaneously express my kind thoughts to those who have no hope of understanding me: babies and animals. Here is a good story about the former:
In one of Amsterdam's many flower shops, I am waiting for my husband. In the middle of the tiny place is a stroller with a round-cheeked sweetie in it. I said to her, "You are the prettiest flower in the shop."
Her father, approaching, overheard me. He said, "That is fitting becuase her name is Rose."
Ah.
Professor
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