I have no idea what you're talking about.

Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Let My Kids Watch A Stupid Show

Let me set a scene for you.

Two adults are standing in the kitchen at the end of a long workday, talking about the sort of things that adults are prone to talk about at the end of the workday—mortgage interest rates, the current coronavirus test positivity percentage in our state, the upcoming week’s weather, and people we feel have personally wronged u…

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