My gift to the community is that I have not reproduced. Really, no one wants a half human, half monkey in the public schools ruining the curve for everyone.
As a non-parent, I have managed to escape lots of parent experiences. I sleep soundly on Saturday mornings. I don't ever have to take the morning off to watch children who can't possibly be as talented as mine butcher show tunes. And, I don't have a car always loaded with the "sports parents" chairs/blankets/cooler.
But, yet, this morning, in my kitchen, the scene was that of many house holds with children . . . I was packing up a cooler of drinks and quartering pounds and pounds of oranges. Remember our youth tennis team we work with? They won today. It was the oranges . . . and the promise of a bag of cadbury mini eggs upon victory, surely.
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