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It's been a long day.

Caleb asked me to read him a story tonight.  For the record, I read him some stories after school from the Friend magazine, so I feel like I had met my story-reading quota for the day.  And I was spent.  So I told him I would tell him a story instead.  It went something like this…

Once upon a time there were three little boys.

And they had a really nice mommy.

One day she woke up early to make a nice breakfast.

And took them to school.

And stayed for a PTA function.

Then went to Walmart to buy things for the little boys.

Then fed her baby.

Then put him to bed.

Then woke him up.

Then picked up the school boys and had homemade cookies for them straight out of the oven.

Then she talked to them and read stories to them and helped them with their piano.

Plus, she listened to the littlest boy scream all afternoon and everytime she put him in time-out he would apologize by saying "yes, sir" to her (and when I corrected him and told him to say "yes, ma'm" he would say "yes, man").

She even helped a little lost boy find his way home to his neglectful parents (true story).

Then she made a homemade dinner of chili and cornbread.

And said goodbye to the father and oldest son as they rode their bikes to soccer practice.

Then she took her little boys to the pool.

And got them ready for bed.

And was so tired that she didn't have the energy to read them any stories.

THE END.