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I dropped Will off at U of L the other day as a newly-minted freshman, ready to begin dorm life. He seemed not just eager to go, but ecstatic to get out of my clutches, I mean, loving, protective hands.
There’s a reason for that, and it involves my philosophy about raising kids.
Shoot, I’ll bet you didn’t think an illiterate hillbilly like me even knew what “philosophy” meant, let alone have one.
I personally buy all my philosophies at the Dollar Store from Charlotte Parrot. She has them cheap out there.
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