On rare ocassion I build up and feel a "train." Once I played a game, dancing down the stairs and singing Aretha's song, "Respect," saving a little syncopated toot for each stair. I thought no one was home. 😱 But there in the living room were a couple of the boys' friends. I was absolutely mortified, as they, like my kids, are Arabs. It's a big taboo. But we all ended up laughing. (except my boy)
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