It is currently 7:35 AM. There have been too many arguments to count. There was cat slapping. There was a giant poopy diaper of the worst sort. The topper? It is raining like crazy, so there will be no “go play outside you two wolverines”, just bick bick bickering all day. Now there is coffee and the peace provided by illicit morning cartoon watching. I better steel myself and pony up some cash for a trip to the Children’s Museum, or the sound of two little knuckle heads being knocked together will echo down the block. Now I feel bad for turning on the TV. Their little vacant stares…peaceful little vacant stares. Why is TV bad again?
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