and puppy dog tails. The poem never forewarned spit in the fishbowl, cats in the composter, cats in the water trough, and cats being chased by a three year old with a numchuck. What's a gentle mommy to do? Confiscate said numchuck and gravely warn, "God is watching you!" Ah, maybe it's time to finish reading "Bringing up boys".....
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