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That Time I Went Batshit Crazy on My Kid

He was seven, give or take. I came home from work to find that he and the neighbor had just spray painted my parents' patio with bright red and black spray paint. Words like "cool" and "Pokemon" now littered what was, to be honest, a pretty sad space to begin with. It was spring, I… Continue reading That Time I Went Batshit Crazy on My Kid

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