My brother and his bride escaped this weekend down to St George, and their three kiddos are staying with us. My children are ecstatic, except when they've all had a little too much togetherness, and then, naturally, there is wailing and possibly gnashing of teeth.
(Question: Do you ever gnash anything other than teeth?)
All eight are bathed and in their beds, and I've got a raging headache. That sounds about right.
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