There they are, all six of my enormous children waiting for rosy-fingered dawn to make her regularly scheduled appearance. That sure went by quickly. The oldest child is 21 today. Being the right sort of person, she made French Toast for everyone for breakfast and is now doing the dishes. Because, when you are an adult, that’s what your birthday is like…
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