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	<title>Comments on: Bookish</title>
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	<description>Red is Good.</description>
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		<title>By: First Grade Love Up</title>
		<link>http://redsy.com/2007/08/30/bookish/#comment-4913</link>
		<dc:creator>First Grade Love Up</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 12:50:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] My twins start First Grade today and it is so exciting I could barely sleep. Aside from the obvious (she describes it as a release from prison) joy and freedom of having children involved in meaningful activities away from home, I&#8217;m struck by the surprising everyday weirdness of being a parent. Some mornings I&#8217;m still surprised that instead of finding some cute man at my kitchen table making dirty overtures while asking where the Ibuprofen is, I have instead three beautiful daughters fighting over who sits where and asking me when I&#8217;ll get them breakfast and why I&#8217;m moving so slowly.  And also the burgeoning hope that they&#8217;ll love school as much as I always have. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My twins start First Grade today and it is so exciting I could barely sleep. Aside from the obvious (she describes it as a release from prison) joy and freedom of having children involved in meaningful activities away from home, I&#8217;m struck by the surprising everyday weirdness of being a parent. Some mornings I&#8217;m still surprised that instead of finding some cute man at my kitchen table making dirty overtures while asking where the Ibuprofen is, I have instead three beautiful daughters fighting over who sits where and asking me when I&#8217;ll get them breakfast and why I&#8217;m moving so slowly.  And also the burgeoning hope that they&#8217;ll love school as much as I always have. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Gunfighter</title>
		<link>http://redsy.com/2007/08/30/bookish/#comment-1932</link>
		<dc:creator>Gunfighter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 14:17:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hiya Red!

If you are a lover of books and reading, it will be easy to pass that along to your kids.

Mrs GF and I successfully placed soccergirl into our reading way of life at an early age.  Now, she is rarely without a book in her hands or nearby.

I am certain that your kids will find the reading/scholastic world a comfortable place, because you do.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hiya Red!</p>
<p>If you are a lover of books and reading, it will be easy to pass that along to your kids.</p>
<p>Mrs GF and I successfully placed soccergirl into our reading way of life at an early age.  Now, she is rarely without a book in her hands or nearby.</p>
<p>I am certain that your kids will find the reading/scholastic world a comfortable place, because you do.</p>
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		<title>By: BOSSY</title>
		<link>http://redsy.com/2007/08/30/bookish/#comment-1931</link>
		<dc:creator>BOSSY</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:15:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Gosh, that makes Bossy think of the smell of crayons and sticky juice spilled on the miniature desks and bumble bees swarming the school playground and the v-neck sweater that was way too hot to wear the first day of school.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gosh, that makes Bossy think of the smell of crayons and sticky juice spilled on the miniature desks and bumble bees swarming the school playground and the v-neck sweater that was way too hot to wear the first day of school.</p>
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