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Out of the Mouths of Babes: In All Honesty
After my little exchange with Connor this morning, he fell back to sleep for two hours. When he finally awoke, we ate breakfast, and then headed downstairs to start our schoolwork. Connor whined, complained, and cried his way through math, usually a favorite subject. “Are you feeling alright?,” I asked with concern. “No,” he…
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Leya is Lost!
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Out of the Mouths of Babes: Tastes Like Chicken
The boys are still with their Grandparents this week. I have talked with them each day by phone and they are having a great time: trips to the lake, bowling, dessert every night… Yesterday, Connor told me that Grandma makes “the best chicken ever!” “It’s crispy and tastes like french fries,” he said. When I…