I've got a seven-year-old son. He's often a pain in the ass, but they tell me he's gifted in school, and he's what keeps me going at times. He's one of those kids that everybody keeps saying, "Oh, he's such a good kid..." but at home he's the equivalent of Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde. He's a Taurus; so am I. We fight, we argue. He knows I love to sing; he trys to sing but can't carry a tune. I tell him he needs to practice - all hell breaks loose. I would die for this child if he doesn't kill me first.
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