When you live in my house, you get used to a lot of things. Things That Are Odd. I often say things I never thought I would have to say, or hear things I never expected to hear. Usually they are difficult to explain out of context, particularly to strangers.

I love my kids, they are such characters. My youngest boy is a very serious little fellow, he takes himself rather seriously. He is finally starting to grasp verbal communication and that is making him more friendly but he is definitely way more reserved, and frankly much more naughty, than his brother. He is the child who inherited all of Luna’s bad habits, like digging in the trashcan to look for sandwich crusts.

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