Ok. I am getting pretty close to done. I go to the playground and get ignored by the other mothers. I take my son to "mommy and me" classes and get ignored (for the most part). It is getting really tiring. And it reminds me of high school.
Except that in high school the reasons I was ignored were different. I was the fat, smart, talented, quiet as long as you don't poke her with a stick type. Now, it's because my kid is the cutest, most advanced, smartest, most likely to hire the other kids for menial jobs later in life.
I mean, that's gotta be the reason. Don't you think? Well, it's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Except that in high school the reasons I was ignored were different. I was the fat, smart, talented, quiet as long as you don't poke her with a stick type. Now, it's because my kid is the cutest, most advanced, smartest, most likely to hire the other kids for menial jobs later in life.
I mean, that's gotta be the reason. Don't you think? Well, it's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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