With one child, I spend an inordinate amount of time playing with superheroes and princesses. And I won’t lie: it’s torture. Until you’ve spent four hours pretending that Sleeping Beauty is feeding her Pretty Pony an apple, you can’t judge. If you have done this and liked it, you are a very sick person.
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The truth is, none of us are neatly bisected individuals. We are composed of jumbled up and twisted vines. To quote Whitman—because I can—“I am vast, I contain multitudes.”
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Let me assure you, no one “thinks” they are going into labor. You know. Which is what I wanted to tell the doctor-on-call when he condescendingly asked, “Are you sure?” I could go into deal about the “proof” of my labor, but I will spare you the graphic details. Just know that I wanted to hurl the said proof at the doctor on the other end of the line.
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