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Should I be horribly embarrassed that I pulled up at the drive-through window of Taco Smell tonight and they knew my order before I even gave it because we go there every Monday night and order the exact same thing?

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Most days, Éiden is a joyful little cherub, running happily through the house or a store gleeful shouting out his latest in a series of poop jokes. When he's sick, that delightful little child leaves and is replaced by a horrible, shrill beast that whines and shrieks until your ears feel like they will burst and all empathy you have for him being sick is gone. All you want to do is get him to bed so that the unending drama finally comes to an end for the day. I feel bad for him because he does have a cold and his nose is runny but at the same time, I am completely wiped out from dealing with him today.