kids. Sunday , May 07th , 2017 - 23:59:04 PM
My parents are my backbone. Still are. They're the only group that will support you if you score zero or you score 40.
Every kid loves the idea of owning any kind of transport, whether it's skates, a skateboard or a bike. Of course, an idea of a vehicle, or bike, in the future is also something that they dream about. These won't be precise automobiles, but sporty, scooters are a way for folks to give their children the excitement of having their own vehicle at last.
Enter baby. Once my son got old enough to discern between face value statements and sarcasm, my world got a little bit brighter. After years of having to dumb things down for him and explain phone calls that he overheard to adult friends, he is now executing sarcasm with a skill I can only dream he inherited. I am still in denial that he is old and clever enough to beat me at my own game. I still find myself replying to some of his statements as if he meant them to be taken at face value, only to be schooled that it was sarcasm. Its a tough pill to swallow after being the verbose pharmacist for so many years.
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