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"Last night Nick gave the pizza delivery boy a very generous tip and as he walked back into the kitchen with the steaming hot goodness, he mumbled, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#x27;t want him to egg our house.&amp;quot; Huh? &amp;quot;Well, that&amp;#x27;s what we used to do....&amp;quot; Huh? Nick proceeded to regale me with stories of his egging expertise (and we&amp;#x27;re not talking about on Halloween night) and then tell me about the time some kid&amp;#x27;s mom came outside and yelled for Nick and his buddies to get over here and Nick said...well, I can&amp;#x27;t print what Nick said. Let&amp;#x27;s just say my mouth dropped. He chuckled a little. I looked at him like I&amp;#x27;d never met him. I knew that Nick wasn&amp;#x27;t exactly a Boy Scout growing up but somehow being reminded of this now that we have our own little boy, enraged me a bit. Granted I&amp;#x27;m a tad naive--my sisters and I had a bit of a Brady Bunch existence as kids (minus the maid and the three brothers)--and I know the old adage &amp;quot;boys will be boys,&amp;quot; but still...what possesses someone to deface someone else&amp;#x27;s property? OK, I know, I know, I&amp;#x27;m overreacting. And, in all fairness, I&amp;#x27;ve done some pretty stupid things in my day as well. But I can&amp;#x27;t stop thinking about my husband, the father of my child, a successful businessman, being such a little you-know-what. And what if Alex ever acted that way? How could we get mad at him for, say, not putting his toys away when his father was a master egger? Is it hypocritical and unfair to hold your child to standards you yourself never met? I suppose we&amp;#x27;ll cross that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, let&amp;#x27;s hope Alex never finds this post. --Erin"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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