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i hate the car shopping carts, its like a shiny present to be unwrapped by a little boy, but after 15 mins, they lose there luster, or perhaphs they are cramped little cages...at first there is a shiny piece of cheese in a form of a horn, but its really just an illusion..

they are hard to push, but then the grocery store is a highway, you have to push through the lanes, as all the shiny cans dance before you..they always put candy by the juice, little hands saying I want, get me some..

the little man, said 'i look like a piece of shit' yesterday,..but i wonder where he heard that phrase at...i mean I would know where, shit, fuck, douche bag, would come from, but we dont use direct insults in our household, i do say curse words, but not direct sayings...

i dont understand the need to be fertile after having one child, the pressure to have another, or i dont understand fertility drugs, if the great being has blessed you with a child, maybe perhaphs you dont really need another one, and if you have an opening in your heart there is adoption, and do it in america, you dont need a brand new baby, there are a lot of children who just need love..

children flock to me, perhaps its because I am an active parent.. i give my child space, to meet new children and play on his own terms, and if the park is empty i will play..i usually bring a book, and watch, I am not a car sitter