
One morning as our eight-year-old Maggie was getting ready for school, I peeked into her room to be sure she had tidied it up.
"You call THAT a made bed?" I asked.
"No, Dad," Maggie replied. "It's just a rough draft."

One morning as our eight-year-old Maggie was getting ready for school, I peeked into her room to be sure she had tidied it up.
"You call THAT a made bed?" I asked.
"No, Dad," Maggie replied. "It's just a rough draft."
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