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Pulling into the driveway, I could see that all was not well. My wife was on the front porch surrounded by three preschoolers – all in various states of distress.
As I walked up, I heard her say to my youngest daughter, “What, exactly, is wrong?”
My daughter blubbered, “Julia and Tootie said their bikes have lasers, but mine doesn’t.”
