Big JB, the dad: "I made you."
Little JB, the sweet and sarcastic, smarty-pants daughter: "No you didn't. God made me."
Dad: "No, I made you."
Daughter, showing him her brown birthmark on her white skin: "Well, you didn't do a very good job!!!"
Dad, laughing,speechless, caught off guard with no comeback: "That's where God ran out of white skin and had to make a patch."
Daughter, with a triumphant twinkle in her eye, knowing she had outwitted her dad: "Oh, so NOW God made me."
Dad admits defeat and says no more.
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...classic. haha
Jennifer...I love that story, but more than that, I love you. You were adorable then, and that hasn't changed even to this day.
So cute! JB could just as well stand for Janea Brown...I was a smarty pants too.
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