My cherub-like creatures that are hell-bent on the destruction of our home and sanity.
I think others call them "children".
Bear witness to their antics, my musings, and the fecal fiascos of childhood acted out by Nora and Owen.
We can no longer use the trick of spelling out words to speak in code around Nora. I asked Jamie if he thought Nora should have a "p-o-u-c-h" and she responded instead with, "Pouch? Yeah, ok."
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