Also, I still can't wrap my head around the logic of that "one of us always tells the truth and one of us always lies" business. Confession: I had a book when I was a teenager that puported to explain it fully. YOU PURPORT WRONG, BOOK.
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We've been to church twice since this epic. Yesterday they were called to the front by the old gentleman for a wee message just for them and the one other kid in attendance who - presumably, since he was called by name - had been inside a church building more than the four times my kids had in their entire lives. Imagine the terror, please, of that moment just after my cherubic (looking) children held hands on their way up the aisle, past forty-five smiling octogenarians and septuagenarians, and realized that they were the centre of doting attention.
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It was Seth's birthday party yesterday, and - loving, uber-talented, and repetitive wife that I am - I made him a expertly-iced chocolate cake and took a well-lit picture of it.
Just like last year.
And the year before that.
Etc.
