"Mom, Mom, Mom!" Prince #3 whined as he came in the front door. "I was mowing the neighbor's lawn and I happened to run over their newspaper and the mower quit."
I am sure that that paper dove under the blades of the mower in an attempt to shred it's secret information buried deep inside the Dallas Morning News. Riiiiiiiight.
And did he really think that I would say, "Okay honey, just don't finish. Come on inside and we will bake cookies together."
Really?
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