No loafing — just send me your end pieces
My kids will fight over anything. I have just resigned myself to that fact. No matter what it is, they can find something about it to fight over. The newest “treasure” at our home is no less than the end pieces of a loaf of bread. That’s right. The two pieces that nobody else wants. Well, when there are six kids and only two end pieces, the end pieces become the most prized possession, worthy of a karate chop, a kick, a hit or a good hard shove to get to them before a sibling does.
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