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Creature from the Carpool Lane
My daughter and I walk up to the front doors of her preschool hand-in-hand. It's a little past 8:30 in the morning. The sun is shining, not glaring, today, and I think to myself that today will be a good day, a playground day. My daughter loves the playground. It's everything else about school she doesn't like.