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Bob

"Mom, can I have that nut?"

"We don't eat those, sweetie."

"But can I have it if I don't eat it?"

"Why do you want it?"

"So I can keep it and name it Bob."

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  1. Thanks to your son for adopting Bob! There are millions of avocado pits awaiting adoption - maybe you can have a telethon and let other "Bobs" have warm,loving families!

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  2. Very cute. I really need an avocado now.

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  3. Bob? It looks more like a Pete to me...weird

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  4. Did you know you can stick toothpicks into either side of the pit and have it hang into a jar of water. It will then (in theory) grow roots and make a really pretty plant.

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  5. Yeah, um...OK. Let us know how Bob likes his new living arrangements!

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  6. Hi Bob,

    We are really hoping you like your new family. They are well meaning and although it may take some time to adjust to their sense of humour it is worth it. I regularly spill my cup of tea down my pj's in the morning as I catch up on life in your new house.

    Anyway your Australian Auntie Sheila says a big "Hi" from our fruit bowl. She's being quite shy and hiding behind the apples right now but there are tacos for tea and she promises she will be joining us for them....

    Gina

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  7. He can let it share a room with Chunky.

    Sounds like you've had a crazy week-I hope today finds you well!

    I thought of you tonight. I was in a major hurry ... I wore a teal shoe and a black shoe...

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  8. this sounds exactly like something my Lola would say!!! love it!

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  9. Bob's fraternal twin Sheila has been residing in our house...let me know if you'd like us to make arrangements for them to meet.

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