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Friday – The Mulligan
Mar. 27th, 2009 10:02 am.
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Yesterday was one of my husband's nights off from work, so I worked a little late and he picked our son up from daycare. I called from the office to check in on them.
"How was our son today?" I asked, and held my breath while I waited for the answer. We get a detailed report each day from the school so we can monitor whether he's been naughty or nice, allowing us to respond accordingly.
"Well," Jeff hesitated, "There was an incident this morning, but I kind of understand it."
( Some people have it coming. )
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Yesterday was one of my husband's nights off from work, so I worked a little late and he picked our son up from daycare. I called from the office to check in on them.
"How was our son today?" I asked, and held my breath while I waited for the answer. We get a detailed report each day from the school so we can monitor whether he's been naughty or nice, allowing us to respond accordingly.
"Well," Jeff hesitated, "There was an incident this morning, but I kind of understand it."
( Some people have it coming. )
