for 20 minutes tonight, a little boy kept asking his nonparentable mother "what is this?" what is THIS? whatisthiswhatisthiswhatisthiswhatisthis...on and on and on. did not hear the mom make a peep. it was driving us at circ crazy, so i couldn't imagine how Mrs G was handling it over in the kid's room, right near the kid. finally, the kid leaves. i call the extension for the kid's room (which is five steps away from circ) and ask Mrs G, "just what the fuck WAS it?" i couldn't help it. i just had to.
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