It’s Just Not Right

I remember when I was a young boy. After enduring yet another Mother’s Day where I had to make plaster of Paris molds of my hands and a Father’s Day where I made a tie out of finger painting material I went to my mother to ask when it was “Kid’s Day”.

In typical fashion my mother explained that “every day is Kid’s Day”. At first I thought that was pretty cool. We can devote one day to mothers and one day to fathers and then the kids get 363 days.

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