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Yes, spring, finally. My wife and I took our kids to the park until they passed out then let them sleep in the cafe while we ate an early dinner and had some beers.

I think I feel a parent of the year award coming on.


You probably know this already, when it comes to expanding verbal skills and toddlers. Be careful what you wish for. On account of a (now modified) verbal tic (yeah, like a spasm, that's it) of mine, little e stood up at her grandad's birthday last year and announced "Fuck it, Grandpa!" to the restaurant. She repeated that a few times to make sure everyone there heard it. They did.


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