I still have wonderful kids. Honestly, I don't know how they manage to keep giving me the nice, funny, interesting, intelligent kids. Do they keep all the crappy kids for themselves? Where the heck are they hiding them?
And I finally got an involved parent. In fact, he's so involved I'm on the verge of inviting him in so he can grill me in person instead of over the phone. And it's a serious grilling. I think there's charcoal and aluminum foil involved. Occasionally he'll poke me with a barbecue fork, just to see if I'll give him any other answers that are more satisfying. I think he wants me to write an autobiography so he can read it and be sure I'm good enough to interact with his (frankly delightful, if obstinate) daughter. Cracks me up.
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