my son.  oh that boy of mine.  he came into this world seven years ago and made me plum crazy.  not because he's difficult and hard to raise, but because I wanted so badly to do a really good job raising him.  I wanted him to have everything I lacked growing up and then some.  I read to him every single day, starting in utero.  I fed him all organic,  homemade baby food until he was 18 months old.  i mean...he ate an organic avocado for breakfast every morning until he was 2.  he never heard me raise my voice...like, ever!  he never missed a nap.  and pushing his nap back a half hour was un-heard of.  because my child required those coveted 15 hours of sleep a day or he might become ADHD or something.  he was destined to be the most well behaved child walking on this planet.  yep, he sure ...

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