Tips for Dealing With Children
2. Be Careful What You Say
“Excellent!” declared the Lord Denethor, smiling fondly at his eldest. “Come, my son -- let us hear it.”
Boromir straightened proudly, took a deep breath, and said,
“From Rohan there was a young lass
Whose manners were terribly crass
For a cup of hard cider,
She’d allow any Rider
To fondle her pert Edoras.”
Fortunately, the King of Rohan had a six-year-old son himself, and was most understanding.
Come the morning, however, there was one less groom in the Steward’s stables.
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