It’s been many years since I drove my kids daily to their Catholic school in Anchorage, Alaska.Every mom — and everyone who was ever a kid — remembers the occasional chaos of school mornings, grabbing breakfast, homework, lunch bags, negotiating who gets the bathroom next.Meanwhile, my son amuses his sisters by singing, repeatedly: “If you’re dancin’ with your honey, and her nose is kind of runny, you might think it’s kind of funny, but it’s S’N…
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