Now, many a girl, as she starts to grow up, worries about becoming just like her mother. I can't say I'm an exception, either. Sometimes I find myself disturbingly like my mother. But this morning, as I was whistling Reveille in an attempt to get Eric out of bed, I realized it... I'm becoming my dad, too!
(btw, Dad, it worked about as well as it always has: he grumbled, rolled over, and kept sleeping)
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