both can sooth the savage beast :)
My practice of tuning out my kids who were constantly in my face about something and whose drum, piano, clarinet, and guitar practice was never ending...I've become delightfully deaf, at will. A perk of motherhood of which I will forever be grateful. ;-)
All my father, a general practitioner when I was young, had to do was bring his medical bag into the room, and it cleared...I have one memory of being chased, yes, chased around the house by my mother and father to give me a tetanus shot when I had been bitten by the neighbor's cat...they caught be in the basement, my mother put me in a head-lock and the deed was done. Ah, sweet memories...
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