I suppose I can brag about my children bringing home stray children. My husband refers to our place as "The Halfway House." Two of my son's friends have parents who periodically kick them out of the house for reasons that seem very odd to me. A friend of my daughter is here for the weekend because her mother is hosting a low end Bacchanal at their place tonight and the girl doesn't like it when her mom's boyfriends "tease" her. It pleases me that my kids feel like they can bring their friends here, that they want to bring their friends here, and that they aren't looking for refuge themselves despite the slings and arrows of living with two of the world's most exasperating of beasts: parents.
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