I had my life planned out in 1994, and it was looking good. I had a lovely, bright, obedient 6-year-old daughter and a boisterous, energetic and "eccentric" 2-year-old son. (He ignored my suggestions for him to "wave bye bye" or to talk, really, after it seemed that he HAD been...
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