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"Friendship and sharing were important. But, everyone knew that." ~ Cranberry Thanksgiving

Lan Dan is a gentleman of a fellow.

He is eager to share what he knows. He always smiles for photos, except that one time when he stuck his tongue out. He has a VERY tidy pencil case. He is happy to be here.

Lan Dan is a gentleman of a fellow.

Lan Dan likes to answer all the questions because he just happens to know all the answers and I can always count on him to keep things moving along.

He knows all the states and the vowels and even what consonants are but he's not as good at some things as his little brother and that's for the best because that keeps LD gentlemanly.

Lan Dan is a gentleman of a fellow and he aims to please.

Once, he accidentally said someone's drawing looked like poop but I know he didn't really mean it. He accidentally made his gal pal upset so she said she wasn't going to be his friend anymore, in spite of how gentlemanly is LD's track record.

Lan Dan says his mom told him that even if someone says they aren't your friend that, really, they still are. Lan Dan said it lots of times so it must be true. When he asked me, I said Most Assuredly, Lan Dan.

Mothers know a gentleman when they see one.

Lan Dan is such the gentleman that he moves to the table where a little guy sits alone because Little Guy's bestie is out for the day with a fever, he thinks. When Lan Dan joins him, it's all his idea and I feel ashamed I didn't even think of what gentlemen do.

I betcha his mom said he should.

Illustration from Cranberry Valentine by Wende & Harry Devlin



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