A few years ago, several moms from my son’s third-grade class decided to create a monthly “book club.” On the rare occasions that I was allowed to stick my nose under the tent, I quickly concluded that “book club” was a euphemism for “you won’t believe what my husband lets the kids get away with” support group.
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