A preschooler's this time, instead of my mother.
The set-up:
Joe, my co-worker, walks out into the yard with a balled-up parachute (the round fabric thing you all held onto as kids and played games under and around) stuck underneath his shirt. He's a very skinny, tall guy and it looks ridiculous. "It's my baby!" he tells the kids. They don't believe
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