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I pictured that "ta-da" with jazz hands.

ETA: gold...ta-da! jazz hands. Thanks!

No, they just watched. Which is infinitely weirder somehow.

I can't even tell you how many bricks had teeth marks in them when we were kids. Lots.

:(

I hope to never know what that feels like. I tear up when my kids have to get a freaking shot at the doctor's office, and they're anxious and fearing the pain. I can't imagine getting that voicemail, well after the fact, and know there was absolutely nothing you could have done to save your child. Ugh. Damn these shitty corporations anyway.

Upvote for restraint.