My Mom's brother died when he was fifteen. He had been riding his bicycle when he was hit by a car. But Mom has kept a lot of his things. She still has his ancient toy cars. And all of his marbles, too. My brothers and sisters and I used to love looking at all of those marbles.
For some reason, one day I was looking for her jar of marbles. Mom wasn't home, so I asked Dad, who was fixing himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
"Hey, Dad, where did Mom put her marbles?"
Dad stopped. He paused... he grinned...
... and then I realized what I'd just said.
It was the silliest thing, but all the same, I couldn't stop laughing.
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