When the Type A personality in me went back to re-read my previous post, she metaphorically caned me for making some 7th grade writing errors. In honor of the teachings Mrs Moody instilled in us that year, Type A is insisting I make some clarifications now.
1. I was not referring to reading my husband bedtime stories, fixing his dinner, or teaching him basic manners. Those were all meant to be relating to Little Cub .... although I can see where, in some households, all three could apply to sons and/or husbands.
2. I do NOT still breastfeed our 4.5-year-old son. That particular piece of sadistic torture ended 4 years ago, thank Heaven.
I feel better now. That is all.
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