 Mamalode has today's kid-kissing haiku. | Teenagers. You can't live with them and you can't stand the thought of living without them. It's complicated. On Mamalode, a collection of Suburban Haiku inspired by my continuing efforts to convince my sons to give up a little smooch a couple times a day. Little do they know how vital those pecks are to their survival. In case your kids aren't oversharers either, on Huffington Post Parents I have some friendly advice on making conversation with them. Hint: If I were in a band, it would be called Third Degree. |
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