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Today we’re going to the dentist to have a new mold made as they broke the first one. Then we’re going to Salem to drop off the first installment for the house we’re building.
The next time J starts yelling I’m going to QUIETLY say;
You’re having a temper tantrum like a little boy. Why don’t you grow up and be a man.