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01/06/2010

Why I love raising boys

"Sweety," I say to my 10 year old, "will you help me remember that I need to go..." I pause here to collect my thoughts.

My son steps right in, his comic timing impeccable. "Commando?"

Jan 6, 2010 7:58:12 PM

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