My mom was a bit suspect when my dad not only agreed to but encouraged her to accept an invitation to a blissful girl's getaway in Amagansett. Eventually, she got him to fess up: Should Collingwood win the playoffs to compete in the Grand Final (touch wood), my dad will be cashing in all his miles to fly across the world to Melbourne to cheer on the Pies for an estimated five days. However the negotiations net out, I had a grand time with dad while my mom was off finding herself in the Hamptons. And it turns out I've effectively set my mom's body clock to wake at 6:58 AM-- kid or no kid, with or without dirty martinis.
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