My children are perfect.
They never slam doors, or over react by crying and throwing a two-year-old fit for no apparent reason at all.
They never, ever say bad words. Ever.
They are always good examples to the little children I babysit, even to the one who fell out of a tree in my front yard this morning and had to go off to the Emergency Doctor for Four stitches after I called his mother away from her job at the hospital in the middle of her workday.
They always pick up their trash, and joyfully help with the chores. Their rooms are a vision of personal excellence.
They bathe regularly, especially my eldest. "Mr Clean" we call him.
My children are perfect. It must be on account of how I am such a perfect mom.
Oh, and I've got beachfront property for sale, real cheap, in Arizona......
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