"Mom, Jake is copying me," Allison yells out.

"No Mom Allison is copying me," Jake responds

The baby cries in the next room, awakened by the noise. The woman looks at the clock and sees her husband won't be home for another three hours. She wonders if she can sue the condom company, three broken condoms. That's ridiculous. She finishes her glass of wines and heads off to calm the tiny tyrants that rule her life.

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