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Dear Ann Landers,
e have four normal children who are driving us abnormally crazy. The boys are stubborn and ornery. The girls are forever fighting and tormenting the neighbors. I say it's my wife's fault. Her idea of raising happy kids is to cater to them. She drives forty-five miles a day chauffeuring them to school and back, to dancing lessons, music lessons, and scout meetings. The neighbors complain because our children have ruined their flower beds, teased their dog, turned on their water faucets and flooded their lawn. I've told my wife she must stop pampering the kids. She says if children are allowed to get the deviltry out of their systems when they are young, they will grow up to be well- adjusted adults. How about this?-Pa

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