Monday, April 10, 2006

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Taking your obviously dazed-with-exhaustion child to the playground before dinner just because the temperature has hit a balmy 56 degrees. After he de-clings, he will make a bee-line for the swings, launch himself onto one on his stomach and topple forward onto his face. He will have mulch up his nose and in his mouth and eyes, and will be digging brownish colored boogers out of his nose all evening.

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