Child 1 came into my room today.
'Hey Mom, you remember the ROTC family night?'
'yah...' Not enough A/C and a lot of giggly teens at my very own high school alma mater - what's not to remember?
'You know the senior slide show they did? How everyone had their own song?'
'Yah...'
'Well,' Said Child 1, of the 4.0 gpa, of the ambition to become a pediatric oncologist and therefore suffer through 8 years of college. 'I know what I want mine to be.'
And Child 1 goes out the door singing Pink Floyd's The Wall.
Testify Child 1, testify.
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hmmm... brick in the wall, i would say rather, bow down before the one you serve...
Nope, that's my theme song!
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