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Forget what you think you know: There’s a variety of Supermom who won’t get the kids anywhere on time. This type of Supermom would rather enjoy a nap or a plate of sushi than attend a Mommy & Me music class. Her car resembles a landfill. At home, cumulus clouds of dog fur waft from room to room. Her career is sputtering and occasionally requires the use of an automatic defibrillator.

However, this breed of Supermom does possess two distinct Superpowers:

Able to leap from one minor event to an overblown conclusion.

Able to scale large gaps in logic with a single bound.

I am clearly of this breed. And I have the proof.

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