Every now and then a parent come across a specific situation where your lifetime of previous experiences can really help shed some light on your children's problems. This reward is what parenting is all about and why women everywhere selflessly decided to endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth in the first place.
This morning, in the car on the way to the bus stop, I came across one of these teachable moments when both the boys were insecure about a certain obstacle they can't seem to overcome, one that all of the other cool kids do with ease. They both have no clue on how to blow a bubble! What the hell do they teach them in that so called A+ rated school all day? It's really almost laughable to see them even try. No one should grow up unable to do this and I'm afraid they're going to wind up getting wedgies from the bigger kids if I don't put an end to this right now. It's unacceptable and just plain pitiful. I can't let them go on like this. Fortunately for them they have mom who, along with being able to belch supercalifragilisticexpialidocious on demand, is also a master at this fine art too. Forget about reading those silly Sunshine state books, measuring angles, or coming up with a new invention for the Science fair, it's Hubba Bubba 101 tonight.
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