It’s Sally!

My nephew, Bob, was just trying to be a good babysitter for his little sister Sally. While his mother was out, Bob found some bottles of colored ink and proceeded to paint Sally’s portrait. But by the time my sister (her mother) returned, ink blots stained the table, chairs, and floor. Bob’s mother surveyed the mess without a word until she saw the picture. Picking it up she exclaimed, “Why, it’s Sally!” and she bent down and kissed her young son.

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