In bed, just after a multiple-day Toms River visit prior to my sister's birthday:
"It's Baby Doll's birthday."
"And Lamb also has a birthday."
"My juice doesn't have a birthday."
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Tonight we celebrated certain developments in the potty department with ice cream at Torico's and we stopped at a small gallery opening that is just blocks from our house. For once, the Bean was not the only child there, which--perhaps more than the numerous artist evictions making way for condo development--must mean the JC art scene has already peaked.
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