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	<title>Comments on: To Share a Funny Moment</title>
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		<title>by: jayson</title>
		<link>http://blog.daddydaily.com/2007/09/22/to-share-a-funny-moment/#comment-15</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 18:24:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I was on my way out of the drug store recently with my 4 year old tugging at my right hand and my 2 year old hanging precariuosly from my left hip.  At that moment, a car alrm started going off across the street.  These things annoy (and frighten though he won't admit it) my 4 year old to the bone.  So, he throws himself to the ground and demands, &quot;Say bad boy to that car dad . . . SAY BAD BOY DAD. . . DAAAD!&quot;  SO, while juggling the baby, a diaper bag, and the bag from the drug store I commence to reprimand this naughty automobile so my son will pick himself up and get in the truck.  After a number of &quot;BAD BOY CAR!&quot;s my son finally found it in his heart to let me off of the hook and get this spectical down the road.  Once all of the snaps and belts and clicks were done, I looked up to see 4 older ladies laughing them selves sincless in front of the truck!  gotta love em'</description>
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