When we were little kids in the 70's my sister and I were in a big fight. She screamed at me: "You'd be a better brother if you learned more lessons from 'Leave it to Beaver!!!'" At the time I responded by taking a beat, then dropping to the ground and rolling around holding my stomach, tears of derisive laughter squirting out of my eyes. But now I look back and think solemnly to myself: "You were right, Sis... so very, very right."
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