I was always stuck in a musical no man's land.
Trying to be Supermom is as futile as trying to be Perfect Mom. Not going to happen.
A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur; that the computer mouse is a hotrod; that the box is a cave; that the rawhide is a torch... or a baton... or something.
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