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    Me: “We’ve just had enough. I’ll explain it better when I get home”

“It’s Rina’s last high school play,” I sobbed to my married daughter sitting next to me

The good thing about stepping on the underside of a broken toy car is that you can now trash it guilt-free

That was where I learned to correctly pronounce so many of the then unfamiliar words that are now my buddies

I’m off on a musical tangent of discordant sounds, of minors mixed with majors, all the wrong chords, everything going utterly, totally wrong

Another thing to fight over — who gets to eat their week’s worth of sugar in one go while having the box in front of them