Forget the crocuses poking their heads out or the sweet chirping of the birds in the morning, the first signs of spring around here are the sounds of Dad coaching out in the drive. I think he's planning to turn children that are half mine into athletes. He needs to remember -- they are half mine. Their athleticism ranges depending on the day and the kid. Let's just say, I'm not holding out for scholarships.
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