What happens in those quiet moments when you're near 50, living in the 'burbs with kids and husband in tow, teaching law to undergrads, and a hopeful liberal? You grab a coffee and read a few blogs. Write one.
That is just hilarious! The last power shift I remember distinctly between my boys was Connor cranking Jesse on the head with a metal garlic press. He bled and everything. 3 beats 10 when it's got a weapon, hands down.
Ouch! And so true.
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