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A Child Needs Your Love Most When He Deserves It Least

I'm Going To Stop Punishing My Children By Saying, “never Mind! I'll Do It Myself.

If Compliments Were Food, I'd Have Starved To Death 28 Years Ago.

Any Mother With Half A Skull Knows That When Daddy's Little Boy Becomes Mommy's Little Boy, The Kid Is So Wet He's Treading Water.

Most Mothers Entering The Labor Market Outside The Home Are Naive. They Stagger Home Each Evening, Holding Mail In Their Teeth, The Cleaning Over Their Arm, A Lamb Chop Defrosting Under Each Armpit, Balancing Two Gallons Of Frozen Milk Between Their Knees, And Expect One Of The Kids To Get The Door.