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The other day we took the girls to breakfast at our local sh*t-hole diner. It's one of Maggie and Daddy's favorite places to go. Maggie was pretty much done with her pancake and was doing a little people watching. A really big guy - tall, wide, etc. - came in and Maggie (thank god she still can't be understood all that well) says, "Big! Big, big, big guy Mom!" while standing on the bench next to me. Made me remember the story my mom tells about me at about the same age pointing out "Look! A cowboy!" in the grocery store when a man in a cowboy hat passed my path.