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Two and a half years old, basking in her new found authority, my baby cousin squealed in her loudest voice, "MARCH! Ants go marching!"

This was my cue to sing her favorite song along with her, as loud as I possibly could, and march around the house.

Not again, I thought to myself. I mean, don't get me wrong, the whole thing is so adorably cute, but it gets tiring after the hundredth time in a single day.

I wasn't going to give up that easily.

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