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I just a turd under my sons bed!
I was tucking him in and felt something under his bed. Slid it out, and it was a turd! I gasped, and he looked all innocent and said, what mom? I didn't know what to say, so I slid it back under the bed.
After I tucked him in I called his dad. He just laughed and said, just take it away and give it back to me! Then he said, he'd deal with it. Anyone else go through this? I had NO idea what to say!
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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