My daughter went to camp Sunday night and was going to be gone for 4 days. “Dad, I have something to tell you” she said. I feared the worst. Had she kissed a boy? Had she done something wrong and was about to confess? I braced myself. “I have a fish”. “A fish?” I said. “Yeah, I rode my bike to the store and bought a fish” “I’ve had it for 2 or 3 weeks” “I didn’t want to tell you because I put it in the sun tea jar and Mom would kill me if she knew I took … FULL ARTICLE »
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