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5 Things I Learned as a Parent This Week #50

1.The most utterly pointless thing I've ever done is clean the floor.

2.With kids you are never 'ON TIME', merely 'NOT LATE YET'.

3.It's easier to eat soup with a fork than herd multiple toddlers in the same direction.

4.There's been more head banging in our house this week than a Black Sabbath gig.

5.I've never taken acid but I have watched In The Night Garden.

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