A Stroll

A routine after-meal stroll.

Dad: That is a nice garden over there.
B: Where?
Dad: The other side of the street.
B: Yeah, tall blue flower. What is it called?
Dad: I don't know. We will have to look it up later.

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B: See the old lady walking by the garden?
Dad: Yeah. She is probably just admiring her neighbor's flowers. Isn't this a nice place to have a stroll?

R-I-P!!!

B (whispers): What is she doing?!
Dad (whisper): Ahem..... I think she just took off with those nice flowers.