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So familiar! I’m always paying that price, but I try to remind myself it is worth it. And my youngest is at that age where he wants me to read the same story over and over 12 times a day. And then he wants to “read” a different book WHILE I am reading it to him!
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LOVE THIS!
LOVE this!! If there is one thing I do without fail three or four times a day it’s restock our bookshelves. It’s annoying but the one thing I can’t begrudge my kids.