I really shouldn’t be spending so much time on this blogging thing, but the coffee just kicked in and I’m buzzing with - let’s call them ideas.
I initially had a typo in the title of the last post. It read: A paren’t life.
Not one to pass up a Freudian slip when it is showing (badum-bum), I’ve worked up this little ditty:
When you reproduce
You know “yes” has no use.
Saying “No!” to your kids is inherent.
Don’t be obtuse.
There is no excuse.
It’s apparent that you are a paren’t.
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