Went to a birthday party the other night... for a 2 year old. It's a strange thing to be at a party for a two year old: there's a bunch of kids, running around, getting sticky and causing each other no end of trouble; but there's also a whole group of adults, sitting around eating Dora the Explorer cake and not talking to each other. Who is this Dora, and why don't her parents watch her a little more carefully?
But how can you possibly get to know other adults, even parents, when there's a video of the Doodle-pops, or whatever the heck those things are called, playing? You can't.
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I thinkwe have a lot in common, dear chap
greetings from the Bels ( belgium )
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