WHAT?

I was setting there minding my own business and bam, it turns out I’m old???

Be patient with me, I’m from the 1900s

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  1. TriciaAugust 3, 2025 at 3:33 PM

    šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚

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  2. CAugust 3, 2025 at 8:40 PM

    Love you, pops! I feel like I recognize that comment.... :)

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  3. Jueanne MeyersAugust 4, 2025 at 6:24 PM

    Yesterday, I told the Primary children I could see their mouths moving, so I knew they were singing, but I couldn't hear them. (They sing SUPER soft!) One 8 year old boy raised his hand: "Sister Meyers, I know why you can't hear us." Me: "Why do you think?" The boy (who is the son of a doctor): "When people get old they can't hear anymore and they can't see very well anymore either. And that's not me saying that -- it's a fact!" Whenever I forget I'm old, one of the Primary children is always quick to remind me : )

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  4. ConnieBSeptember 8, 2025 at 3:38 PM

    Hey, I am too! haha

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