Dear Ann Landers, nother terrible accident occurred last week-end. My husband, a state trooper, was so sick when he came home, he had to go to bed. Please print the enclosed column again. Thank you.
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Dear Readers, , “That’s enough TV, go do your homework,” my husband yells, “Stop nagging the boy.” When I tell my ten-year-old to go back upstairs and wash his neck, his dad shouts, “Don’t be such a perfectionist. He’s clean enough.” Yesterday, my eleven-year-old came to the breakfast table in soiled trousers and a wrinkled shirt which he had worn for two days. I told him to change his clothes. His dad chimed in, “The boy looks all right. Stop picking on him.” The kids get the idea I’m a witch left over from Halloween and their dad is a saint. What can I do?-De-fenseless
