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My kid will only wear the same Steelers t-shirt to school every day, so every night, I wash it and lay it out. I think his teacher suspects this is actually the only shirt he owns.
My baby pooped in the bathtub, and while I was getting the cleaning supplies while also wrangling my 2-year-old, the dog ate it. This is maybe the most grateful I've ever been for our dog, while simultaneously completely grossed out and disturbed.
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