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Sun. afternoon, after chatting with other parents at birthday party: “Wow, spending time with fellow adults is great.”

Sun. evening, after Zoom siblings’ game night: “Why don’t I do this more often?”

Mon. morning, barely functional from not enough sleep: “Oh, right.”

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