While watching a commercial about erectile dysfunction weeks ago, Kurt took the time to work with Sophia’s existing vocabulary.
Kurt: Do you have erectile dysfunction?
Sophia: No
Kurt: Do you have prostate cancer?
Sophia: No
Kurt: Do you even have a prostate?
Sophia: No
Kurt to me: She’s already ahead of the other toddlers, she even knows Biology.
War of the Worlds unfolded in living rooms around the country. In Concrete Washington, right as the Martians invaded with flashes of light and poison gases, all the radios died. Panic ensued. Some fainted and others fled to guard their moonshine stills. One man even stole gas to see his priest for a last-minute absolution.
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Velvet Ridge is dangerously close to Arkansas’ Bald Knob and from there it’s almost a straight shot to Cumming Iowa. However, Spread Eagle Wisconsin is a touch closer to Cumming and is a scenic trip just off old highway 69. 69 also leads to Felch, Michigan, though it’s usually a backdoor approach. I’d rather Ralph.
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She placed each on the step above, took the next step, and then picked up each item. Always setting down and picking them up in the same order. This is how she carried her coveted sippy-cup, ‘friend’, and cell phone upstairs. Good thing it wasn’t a full flight of stairs. This could take all day!
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It pains me to have information that points in a sinister direction yet would have no affect if reported. I suppose that is what gives us all our privacy. I hope for the sake of possible victims and their families that this person proves me wrong. I hope already tapped potential is never fully achieved.
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I couldn’t take it. It was the last straw. I went to bed early in order to have quiet time to myself in the morning but my tyrant toddler boss woke first. I’ve had it. I’m done with this job! I can’t take it anymore! Yet I want more, two more. I must be insane!
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The heat came back. Sleeping attire was tossed aside at least for this night. Fans turned on, a necessity for slumber.
In the morning I opened her door. I looked upon her still half-asleep on her tummy. Sophia took her diaper off sometime during the night and slept in the buff…to wake on wet sheets.
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In trying to help a friend with her problem I boldly asked, “Has he ever considered sperm donation?”
“He would if he could. He’s had a vasectomy.”
“They can reverse those you know. If he donated sperm it would help his political career…When asked how much he donates to charitable causes he can say, ‘billions’.”
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My Grandpa took his whole top row of teeth out to brush. They looked real. “How do you do that?” My four-year-old self asked him.
“Oh don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll be able to do it soon.” Thinking he meant it was something that required practice, I kept tugging at my teeth. He just laughed.
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