Sunday, February 18, 2007
Monkeys get a bad rap
When I was born, my Great Uncle Tom and Great Aunt Mary Beth gave me a wooden toy bus with 10 wooden passengers. I take great delight in it, and care deeply for each passenger, regardless of race (there are blue, yellow, red, green, and orange passengers). To that end, I keep them safe in my red water bottle. Click here to see just how hard it is to get them out sometimes.
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That is great! Loved the video.
i remember reading a little parable in a book about confucius when i was probably 9 or 10 - and it was the same story - about having to let go of what was inside the bottle before you could get your hand out. funny how counter-intuitive that is sometimes. seems like you are all having fun!!
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