When my son was a toddler, he had a train toy that used to chug at all hours of the day and night. There was no off switch and the damn thing was possessed, so we had to bury it in the basement in order to sleep at night. When it woke me up in the middle of the night (in my bed on the second floor), I’d had enough. I…
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