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Frank

Be a kid again? And be tormented by those awful zits? That is one thing that springs to mind about a benefit of reaching adulthood.

Val

It also means that you don't have to put up with your mother and 2 nurses holding you down to get shots...

Kathleen

Val, your mother really had to do that to you? I hope getting shots for your kids has been less dramatic.

Val

No, not my mother....I had to hold down MY daughter with the assistance of 2 nurses! On the same day you posted this post. It was a very long and dramatic day!

Kathleen

Val, look on the bright side: At least when she grows up she'll have something to talk about with her therapist.

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