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MY kids are PERFECT . . . but you knew that.

I am always amused by your posts where you invite your faithful readers to share some intimate or personal detail. Invariably, my instinctive response is, "I ain't gonna go there."

I guess I'm too old-fashioned for the Facebook era.

I think all kids have their uniqueness!

I played alone for hours, learned to read at 2.5 years, and I can remember being born as well as recall bits of extremely early childhood. Am I unusual in a spectacular way? Don't think so.

I never had any kids to brag about.

Am I an unusual kid? Hmph. Still being the "kid" stage, I have yet to find out :D

Oh, and yeah, I hear you, Sheila. Every kid is special, but somehow it's beginning to irritate me how I'll walk up to some mother at the bus stop, make a casual commentary about their kid, and then hear a thirty minute treatise ON HOW SPECTACULAR SAID CHILD IS.

Ha. Or maybe that's just a European thing?

Despite constantly being told to grow up I do not remember being a kid, usual or other wise. :-)

You know EXACTLY what kind of kid I was... and if you tell anyone, I'll smack you upside the head until you see God.

We were all pretty much normally obnoxious brats from what I recall.

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