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	<title>Comments on: Fill &#8216;em up, with love!</title>
	<link>http://my.detroitmagic.com/mitzi/2008/01/25/fill-em-up-with-love/</link>
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		<title>By: Doug La Rowe</title>
		<link>http://my.detroitmagic.com/mitzi/2008/01/25/fill-em-up-with-love/#comment-652</link>
		<author>Doug La Rowe</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 20:33:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Kids never act up, do they?  :o)  I knew that your daughter and my son were the same age, but I didn't realize that they were only a month apart.  This is good advice, and everyone should make it a point to practice it with their kids, regardless of their ages.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kids never act up, do they?  :o)  I knew that your daughter and my son were the same age, but I didn&#8217;t realize that they were only a month apart.  This is good advice, and everyone should make it a point to practice it with their kids, regardless of their ages.</p>
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		<title>By: Pam</title>
		<link>http://my.detroitmagic.com/mitzi/2008/01/25/fill-em-up-with-love/#comment-655</link>
		<author>Pam</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 17:07:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I wish my Mom had seen that when I was growing up.  She ruled our home - iron fist in a velvet glove.  But, I have to admit my brother sister and I turned out just fine.  We always knew where we stood in the family. . . . my sister was the baby, my brother was the "fair-haired child; Mom's favorite" and me, I was and am the rescuer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wish my Mom had seen that when I was growing up.  She ruled our home - iron fist in a velvet glove.  But, I have to admit my brother sister and I turned out just fine.  We always knew where we stood in the family. . . . my sister was the baby, my brother was the &#8220;fair-haired child; Mom&#8217;s favorite&#8221; and me, I was and am the rescuer.</p>
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