Is that what I'm filling their heads with when I turn on Disney Jr. in the morning because it's ten minutes after six and I've already heard the whiny, demanding, "Mommy, find my football!" enough times to make my eye twitch?
I hope not. I don't know how I'd ever get out the door or cook supper if I couldn't instantly induce a trance-like calm first thing in the morning and on the evenings when the witching hour strikes.
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