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You can read it here and here’s a teaser:

Breakfast is eaten. Backpacks are zippered. Three mouths of teeth are brushed, three pairs of shoes laced. But only the turn of the front door lock can unleash, on a weekly and occasionally a daily basis, variations on the same theme of the following exchange:

“By the way, Mom…I forgot to tell you…”

Try as we might to prevent such moments from happening with predictable unpredictability, the moments come anyway.

The title of the column comes from the radio show, Wait! Wait! Don’t Tell Me!.

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By Jill Miller Zimon at 12:10 am October 6th, 2008 in Education, Humor, Jill Miller Zimon, Media, Ohio, Parenting, Women, Writing, Youth 

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