Coming downstairs when you’re supposed to be in bed, and telling your father that your sister pulled your hair, when your sister sleeps in a crib she can’t get out of and you sleep in a bed across the room,
is unlikely to get you anywhere you want to be.
The View from the Foothills
A tiny principality in the Commonwealth of Letters
The View from the Foothills 
This must be one of those purely hypothetical things parents occasionally muse about…
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Oh, on the contrary. Happened about 30 seconds before I blogged it.
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