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Parental Control

I have lost all control. Having kids was not my best idea. I am at my wits end. Why does my bathroom look like it snowed? Stop climbing on that coffee table Leah! I have lost all control… Do not play in the road! Who puts pimento spread on a tortilla? I am at my wits end! These socks should not be a la mode… Im selling you kids to South Korea. I have lost ALL control. Why is my banister starting to corrode? I’m going to need stock in IKEA… I am at my wits end… My sanity is leaving by the busload. Who knew crayons cause diarrhea? I have lost all control! I AM AT MY WITS END!!!
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Feb 1, 2010
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