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This attribute controls the content of the description and og:description elements. | So, the youngest child is now all grown up, and is no longer clueless to the phenomenon known as love, experiencing some of the associated symptoms like longing looks, a more bubbly personality, and long pauses between responses. The parents, and quite possibly siblings, who notice these changes will start to express some concern amongst themselves, before addressing the situation to the person in question, who, by that time, will tell the family that he/she is in love with someone, and is planning to introduce the significant other and their family to his/her own. But, there's a catch. Turns out he/she feels quite embarrassed with the current status that the family is in right now. So, before the significant other arrives, some ground rules have to be applied: Don't be a Doting Parent, don't drag out any Embarrassing Old Photos, father, whatever you do, try to resist the temptation of falling into your typical habits, do not tell stories like "I Used To Change Your Diapers", keep those tacky, moth-ridden sweaters you used to make me out of sight, and especially don't reveal my full name. Just, for the love of God, give me one normal night. |