This is a Story Where Nothing Happened

I don’t have kids, and really refer not to- but I agree that I get a cold chill up my spine when someone claims they never, ever would….I am certain that little ones love keys, almost universally. And not the plastic teething kind- Mama, or Daddy’s keys that they are tearing up to find, only to give up and sneak a peek at Jr. I am really weary of the shaming that I see-it almost feels like the melting pot, or salad, no longer accepts compromise- and that (to my twisted mind) is very sad for our country. Awesome article- thanks for sharing what must have been a horrifying day.

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