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Suck it Up, Buttercup
I had one of those yowza, take-a-deep-breath-and-try-not-to-cry parental moments the other day with my son.
We were talking about the school talent show, of all things. He had originally planned to form a band with a group of his buddies but all of their “rehearsals” had deteriorated into impromptu soccer games and water fights, so the budding Beatles never blossomed. They never even came up with a name for the band, which, as we all know, is the best part of being in a band.
My Dollhouse: Life … but littler
I had a dollhouse. A dazzling, one-of-a-kind dollhouse that my father built for me. A blue two-story Victorian with an Astroturf lawn, white Popsicle-stick fence and working lights — and switches — in every room.



