This morning for some reason the immortal words of George Banks {father to Jane & Michael} echoed through my head.
"And so the person that we need to mold the breed is a nanny who can give commands!"
Poor George Banks. He wasn't very delicate, was he?
Still, he got Mary Poppins to come and teach that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. And his, ahem, "breed" got molded pretty well. I mean, they learned how to clean up the nursery with just a snap of the fingers.
Hmmm.
I could use some of that sugar to help my medicine go down.
Excuse me. I'll be in the other room working on snapping my fingers.
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