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Somewhere down the road, if I can’t reign in the girl child, her message is going to sink in to the boy child.
Then you know what’s going to happen?
In the spaghetti aisle, the boy will be pulling down his diaper and yelling “BULBA!” at the top of his lungs.
Poor kid’s going to be so confused.
