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Originally posted by dtb
But at some point, my son starts talking about how Simon (this kid whose mother runs all this crap) is going to be a fashion model and will get to ride in a limousine -- and how HE wants to be a fashion model. After I revive my husband with the smelling salts we ordinarily keep on hand for reviving me after overhearing or reading grammatical and usage gaffes, I suss out the real gravamen of my son's desire to be a fashion model. All he really wants is to ride in a limousine!
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A taste for the high life, eh? It could be worse. He could want to be a fireman, and it's nearly impossible to rent a fire truck to take you to the airport.
