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Knowledge Is Power

“I know where babies come from,” Marcus announced with his leg perched on the edge of the sandbox, hands on his hips, and a big smile on his face.

He was wearing his super shorts, navy blue with flamingoes on them, and had his favorite green socks as high on his shins as they would go. He wore a pink, but of course not girly pink, polo shirt to top it off. He felt confident and excited. It was a good day.

“Leave the kids alone, Marcus,” his wife said from the bench, not looking up from her magazine.

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