Touché

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It is Wednesday, again.
This morning, during the "getting out of the house" chaos, I called out the usual reminders, "Don't forget your books, homework, wallet, phone, lunch, a water..."
My very charming husband added one for me..."To pick up our son at school..."
Smarty man.



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