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Back in the Dark Ages when I started this blog, there wasn't a hell of a lot of this gosh-durn newfangled "social networking" stuff on these here internets. I mean, there were message boards and stuff, email lists. But it felt, at the time, that blogging was The New Best Way to connect with people. That was more than three and a half years ago, which is something like four geological epochs in

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The scene: we are watching the VP debate and playing Palin Bingo. BB: "Sarah Palin is doing pretty good!"

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BB: "Well, I don't have school on Wednesday. Because it's a holiday." PS: "That's right. It's Rosh Hashannah." BB: "Oh, the teacher was right, then. It's Rosh Hashanna." PS: "And do you know what Rosh Hashanna is?" BB: "Oh, sure. It's a vacation!"

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PS: "BB! You need to come upstairs for bathtime!" BB: "Mama, I was just telling LG something." PS: "Okay, but now you need to come upstairs." BB: "But, Mama --" PS: "No 'but mama.' Come on." BB: "I AM come on-ning!" PS: [Laughing] BB: [Grinning] "Mama, I'm come here-ing, too."

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BB: "LG! I would appreciate if you would stop inter-wupting me!"

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We saw the pediatric gastroenterologist again last week. He's generally pleased with BB's progress, but there's always something more to discuss. This time round, we thought it would be fine and proper to bring up the time-honored subject of potty training. Unlike her brother, BB did not develop any major philosophical objections to the concept of potty training between the ages of three and

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BB: "Because you are ARGUING with me, and I don't want to be ARGUED, I want to be LEAVED ALONE."

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BB: "I CAN'T clean up, because if I DO, my TEARS will fall on the puzzles and RUIN them."

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BB: "But, Mama, I wish you could stay with me in my classroom!" PS: "I know, sweetie." BB: "I just don't want to be alone." PS: "I know. But you won't be alone, sweetie. Your friends will be there, and your teachers Mrs. X and Mrs. Y. So you won't be alone, right?" BB: (Burying her head in my lap) "Mama. That's not the same. I'll be familysick."

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1. Her plate, which is her VERY WORST PLATE EVER because LG has her VERY FAVORITE PLATE, and that is NOT FAIR. 2. The color purple 3. Her brother's name, spoken and written. 4. Her grilled cheese sandwich. It is TOO BIG. It is BIGGER than LG's, and that is NOT FAIR. 5. The color yellow 6. The walls, floor and table in the kitchen. All of these allergies have been diagnosed via the sudden

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