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|Occupation||grand factotum and benevolent dictator|
|Location||People's Republic of Cambridge|
|Introduction||I am: mom, head chef, handy(ish) person, driver of the royal carriage and grand factotum of my cracked and teetering kingdom. I am not: well-slept, over-paid, under-loved or reliably rational. I am also not a doctor or dietician, let along any kind of expert on anything. (Especially my kids.) Please do not take anything in this blog as medical advice, nor as a recommendation of any kind. Especially if I'm joking.|
The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:
Once there was a bald frog. He really, really wanted to be a blues singer, but felt he needed hair for that. After some thought, he popped a toupee on his head, hoping it looked James Brown-ish. But so uncool: froggy sweat rolled down his face. Nearby, a crawdad saw the toupee, and hatched a plan. He snatched the toupee, sniggering with glee. The frog, now comfortable, decided to go into soul.