Sunday, November 23, 2014


We actually have quite a lot of paper here at home.  In spite of this fact, I find writing on the strangest of surfaces.
There's this story we like to tell guests.  Once upon a time, Emma learned how to write her name.  The little darling was about 4-years-old.  One day she found a Sharpie and scrawled her name in bold letters across Elizabeth's naked chest.  Then she proceeded to tell me how Elizabeth had done it to herself, but being the smart parent that I am, I knew it had really been Emma's doing.

I think someone was trying to throw me off the scent.  Those twins of mine are pretty smart cookies.  It's a shame it doesn't actually look like Emma's handwriting.

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