Not that every Thursday can be musical. Some Thursdays are spent with a 23 pound hot fever child glued to your body, keeping you up all night as you wonder why you taught her the word "Mommy," or a your name at all, in the first place. Sure, it was cute at first "Mama", but screaming it at 1 a.m., or even 10 p.m., is far from adorable.

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