I have this theory about the phenomenon known as mommy brain. It goes something like this. When my son was conceived, not only did he get half my genetic makeup (lucky, lucky boy), he also stole quite a few of my precious brain cells, too. Just as Miss Mary Jane does when you spend too much time in the good lady's company. Little did I know these cells would never replenish themselves. Ever. Again.
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