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| The feeling I get when I've dropped the kids at school on some days. OK, I said I was being real! |
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| The kind of feeling I have when approaching a kid to do their homework. Head down. Madagascar-style. "Cute and cuddly boys!" Ready to take on the world. Desperate measures. |
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| What I am tempted to do in the mornings to my daughter - however, she bears a remarkable resemblance to the deadly polar bear in the mornings. (By the way, the use of "bear" is intended!) |
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| Some days I don't glide, I just waddle. That's ok. |
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| What just hit me? And who are you? Do I know you? Why are you looking at me like that? Those moments of life that catch me by surprise. |





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