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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
<h3>What don't you understand?</h3>
At dinner the other night, J and I are joshing and pretending to not understand each other.
L puts his hand up, indicating the conversation has clearly hit a wall. And announces, quite matter of fact, "Dad doesn't speak 'Mom'."
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