misdirections

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Yesterday, my younger son returned from an introductory field trip to the junior college he plans to attend. There were a lot of other students from his high school who were doing the same thing so he was not alone.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Fine," he replied with delight. "You wouldn't believe the number of good-looking women who were there."

"Acres and acres of pussy, hunh?" I said. No sense in sidestepping the reality of hormones.

"Yeah," he said.

"Well, as long as you keep your grades up, I guess it won't hurt if other things come up as well."

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll keep 'em up."

Nothing like a little wily misdirection.
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