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Melting, Melting, Melting!

Yesterday somebody called last minute to say they would be coming to my son's birthday party so of course this meant I was short an item for the loot bags. As soon as I told the children I had to quickly run out to Walmart all of them wanted to come. Not wanting to burden my older daughter with all the children I took half the load.

Once in the van I sternly told them we were going to get mini sticks, soccer shin pads, and sandals. Nothing else. Translation: Don't dare ask me to buy any *!*$#!* toys! They all nodded their heads in agreement. They understood.

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