I am quite sure that El Chupacobra and my wonderful son look at me and only see my head as a bulbous, semi-rotten, worthless cantaloupe, somehow attached to my neck. They think, even though I am in a doctoral program, that I have no ability to see, hear, smell, or THINK!
What the hell?
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