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	<title>Comments on: Faking it</title>
	<link>http://blog.reidelizabeth.ca/2010/01/17/faking-it/</link>
	<description>Adventures learning with and loving Reid Elizabeth</description>
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		<title>By: Kat</title>
		<link>http://blog.reidelizabeth.ca/2010/01/17/faking-it/#comment-30964</link>
		<author>Kat</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:35:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This story brought a smile to my face! Kids sure are smart! I too have memories of being carried to bed and they are some of my favorites :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This story brought a smile to my face! Kids sure are smart! I too have memories of being carried to bed and they are some of my favorites <img src='http://blog.reidelizabeth.ca/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Amanda Caldwell</title>
		<link>http://blog.reidelizabeth.ca/2010/01/17/faking-it/#comment-30879</link>
		<author>Amanda Caldwell</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 09:10:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This so reminded me of pretending to be asleep whenever we'd get near home if we were out late, in hopes my dad would carry me into my bed. For some reason, I just loved feeling all taken care of like that.

I have no idea if this is related to your daughter's experience, considering the fake bribe, but I wanted to share it. I knew my parents knew I was faking sleep, but they usually went through with it (even though I was old enough that I was heavy to carry!), and it's a good memory for me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This so reminded me of pretending to be asleep whenever we&#8217;d get near home if we were out late, in hopes my dad would carry me into my bed. For some reason, I just loved feeling all taken care of like that.</p>
<p>I have no idea if this is related to your daughter&#8217;s experience, considering the fake bribe, but I wanted to share it. I knew my parents knew I was faking sleep, but they usually went through with it (even though I was old enough that I was heavy to carry!), and it&#8217;s a good memory for me.</p>
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