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My mom never prodded me with hot chocolate. I feel gipped. Or is it gypped? Or maybe jipped? Meh. Who cares how it's spelled if we're just going to be devoured by a black hole anyway.

Suburban Kamikaze

Let's just say you were cheated.



Ha - Bossy has been there to witness your children in these exact seats and Bossy agrees with Fallon, the world is listing to the right.

creative-type dad

Maybe your son has mistaken CNN for cartoons.
I get that same feeling these days.


It's utterly tangential -- but I LOVE your fruit basket.

And I have no idea why the world is tilting beyond normal, but I am sure it's true. My children were kind to each other nearly all day yesterday. SOMETHING is going on.

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