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      <title>"That's my kid...": comment by Ben</title>
      <description>She's &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; kid alright.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:10:12 MDT</pubDate>
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      <title>"That's my kid..." by adnama621</title>
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	&lt;p&gt;This is what I found one afternoon when I went up to my bedroom during nap time. Earlier I had heard Anna escape from her room, but I assumed she had just come out to use the potty, or get some water. I was busy doing laundry and when I made it back upstairs she had returned to her room already. But&amp;#8230;this is Anna, after all, my very particular 2 year old. She had decided it was necessary to leave her room during nap time to hang all of Molly&amp;#8217;s new socks on Ben&amp;#8217;s wastebasket. I guess the thought of them in a disorganized pile in the hallway was enough to keep her from falling asleep.&lt;/p&gt;

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      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:49:00 MDT</pubDate>
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