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  There are only so many ways to say “nice try”…
  


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  Chasing after wiffle balls for four hours strains your butt and thighs…
  


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  Some little ones should be forced to take naps in the afternoon… Otherwise they are so tired they cry when they don’t “Tip the Cat”…
  


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  Marlboro Lights (bummed from the co-room-mom) make me violently nauseous. Long live Marlboro Ultra Lights!
  


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  Fourth grade male egos are the exact same size as 31-year-old male egos. Go figure…
  


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  Carnivals make a shitload of money…
  


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  Ten year old boys will spend the entirety of their savings trying to win a stuffed bear for the girl of their dreams…
  
  (Ed. note: Wonder what evil force kills that spirit once they turn 30?)
  


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  Other mothers have potty mouths too…
  


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  When a hammer is swung by Justin, myself and Dan (all at once) a rubber frog will fly through the air hard enough to smack the wall…
  


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  Watching the clock doesn’t make it move any faster…
  


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  The phrase “Class of 2014″ printed on the back of Justin’s class sweatshirt gives me the creeps…
  


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  I can work an hour and a half with a Mom Volunteer who drives me nuts and restrain from throwing wiffle balls at her head every time she reminds everyone to “get in one straight line” and then chastises me for letting someone go twice “when there’s a line”…
  


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  Volunteers should receive a Get into Heaven Free card…
  


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  My kid is still the cutest kid around.
  

Pooped,

michelle