I'm dying. I discovered this weekend what it really means to 'grow up'. I took Jessica and Gena to Chucky Cheese. I found myself sitting at a table by myself waiting for the food to arrive; panicly trying to keep my two girls within my vision. I wanted to play. But I couldn't. I had to be the parent and sit with their purses and their jackets
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