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Friday, July 23, 2010

Whatta mean I can't stay up and watch Beckett?

Having kids is like tap dancing through a mine field.

How do you tell THAT kid he can't stay up to watch the end of Smackdown when you, at the age of 40, has stayed up past 1:30 a.m. the last 2 nights and most likely tonight to watch a baseball game?

You could do what I did.

Pull the "I'm an adult" card and send him to bed.

Here's to hoping JPB is on his game and I can hit the pillow before then.

Regardless?

It's nice to have him back.

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