my three sons

A little boy and his mother were crossing the River..

MOTHER: “Please hold my…hand.”

BOY: “No, Mom, you hold my hand.”

MOTHER: “What’s the difference, my son?”

BOY: “If I hold your hand and something happens to me…chances are I may let your hand go…But if you hold my hand….I know for sure,

you will never let me go.”

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