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When my husband and I went to the local preschool to
pick up our four-year-old son, Tony, we asked the teacher
about his behavior. Smiling, she commented on how bright
and attentive he was. Proud that his behavior reflected
positively on our home life, we watched as Tony and a group
of boys and girls played in the miniature kitchen area nearby.
Suddenly, Tony stepped up to the toy refrigerator, flung
open the door and exclaimed at the top of his lungs, "Hey!
Anybody want a beer?"
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