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I was teasing Jack. I wanted to talk about his day; he wanted to watch Martha Speaks on PBS Kids. "Jack," I said. "Will you be my friend?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're my mom."

"Can't I be your friend,too?"

"If you're my mom, you're pretty much, like, everything."

He got to watch Martha Speaks. I watched it with him.

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Ana said…
I'm sooooo jealous!
Nowadays Mom's "everything annoying in my life."
Thanks for reminding me what was. You are sooooo good for me. =]
~A
7:59 PM
sulu-design said…
Gasp. How wonderful that must have been to hear!
And a happy belated birthday to you. I hope all is well in the classroom and that this is going to be one fabulous year for you.
7:52 AM
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