You don't get to see your parents today. Or next week. The next time you visit, you'll be in a single, white-walled, sterile office with hard-backed chairs too big for you. No toys. No books. No snacks. You've got 60 minutes for hugs and kisses. Now go play and grow up.
We don't want to spend our hard-earned money on you.
Feeling sad for Arizona children. :-( Guess what? I'm moving to Flagstaff next week. If you ever head to the cold north, let me know.
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