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Friday, March 02, 2007

Wednesday night in the bath tub the kid said, "I wish that poop came flaming out of my head up to the ceiling then floated down into the toilet making galaxies and comets on a nice warm summer afternoon. In August."

"Yeah, that's what you wish?" I somewhat dumbfoundedly replied.

"Yeah," he said complacently, "I have lots of wishes. That's good."
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