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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. June Freaking CleaverFebruary 18, 2010 at 6:27 AM

    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. Kristina P.February 18, 2010 at 7:47 AM

    Very cute. I really need an avocado now.

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  3. shortmamaFebruary 18, 2010 at 8:35 AM

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

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  4. CountessLaurieFebruary 18, 2010 at 10:57 AM

    Awesome!!

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  5. AmyFebruary 18, 2010 at 11:32 AM

    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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  6. FoursonsFebruary 18, 2010 at 12:43 PM

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

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  7. GinaFebruary 18, 2010 at 5:21 PM

    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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  8. Lisa Page RosenbergFebruary 18, 2010 at 7:33 PM

    I like Bob.

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  9. .:Anna:.February 18, 2010 at 10:23 PM

    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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  10. Maggie MayFebruary 19, 2010 at 7:17 PM

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

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  11. AlyssaFebruary 21, 2010 at 7:20 PM

    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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  12. ToniaFebruary 23, 2010 at 9:01 AM

    We name ours Bobby.

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