A kid in my favourite and least favourite (depnending on the day) class said a joke yesterday.
"Why did the woman cross the road?"
"I don't know," was the answer. "Why was she out of the kitchen?"
Yeah yeah, we're all mad, he was in trouble, but part of me thought, "Amen!" I'm serious. Part of me would be happiest if I could cook and clean all day and just take care of those I love.
Small part, but it's there nonetheless.
I recognize how offensive I've just been.
Call it freedom of speech.
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