When I was a kid my mom would lay me on the kitchen counter with my head hanging into the sink to wash my hair. "Look at the goldfish," she'd say when she wanted me to turn my head to the right. For the left, she'd say, "Look at the clock. What does it spell?" "C-L-O-C-K." No, really--our kitchen clock was a white plastic rectangular box with
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