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Some of my fondest childhood memories are of my dad making me lunch when my mom was working. He would put on the Flinstones and make Kraft dinner for me. We would sit and watch tv and chat about my morning.
Mom didn't allow any tv during the day, so it was our little secret.
Thanks for starting this thread, it was a nice memory to drag up.
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Thats the last time I trust the strangest people I ever met....H. Simpson
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