Yesterday, when I went into the screaming five-year-old's class, he immediately ran over to his backpack, grabbed something out of it, and came rushing back to me. "I saved this for you," he said with enthusiasm as he put his little fisted hand out. With great trepidation, I extended my open palm to him. Into it he placed the orange, middle portion of a piece of candy corn. He had eaten the yellow parts on the top and the bottom. But he saved the orange part for me. For me.
I think in some countries that would make us as good as married.
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Hmmm . . . the only thing that comes to mind in this instance is: what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
And, of course: YEW!!!!!!
as good as married--or BETTER.
Moi: Or, as aj says, "That which does not kill you makes you stranger." Which, in all cases, is true.
aj: better than marriage?! but what could be better than...oh, yeah.
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