Perhaps reading Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day to my kids this afternoon was a bad move on my part. I was all excited because we got out of our staff meeting in LESS than an hour (that never happens), but the night went to hell shortly after that.

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The man who got out of the car that I sucker punched this evening was disapproving in the way that a father of someone roughly your own age would be. He was forgiving in that same way, too.