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An Ingenious Poll

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dive said…
Hee hee, Robyn!
Now that's a smart kid with a future.
LOL !!! Adorable. What a fantastic idea he had. He's set up with sweets for a long time yet now. Got a free prime time ad in for Snickers too I see. They should make him their mascot for ads. Definitely a future.
Shan said…
I was trying so hard to figure out the title of this blog because from my reader I was taken to a clip on recycling! Then I read the comments and realized something had steered me wrong. :D

I feel pretty certain that there would have been more candy in the other side if he had trick-or-treated around my neighborhood but it would have been a closer race. I voted (for real) on Saturday morning because I just knew it would be a madhouse at the Community building on Tuesday. We'd already had 23,000 voters in our county come through when J and I went Sat. I think the turnout is going to beat American Idol this year-bahha. I know the ending but I'll try my best not to be a poor loser come Wednesday. :{
Gina said…
Ha! Too cute!
MmeBenaut said…
I wonder if he thought of that or if he had a bit of help from his parents?

Very clever anyway Robyn. Very appropriate post for today.

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