Emma is sitting at the table, scarfing breakfast, reciting her spelling words for the week while I pull bits of mushed banana from Ellie's hair.
"I can spell Ellie's name too mom, E-L-L-I-E. And Evan is E-V-A-N and Brett is B-R-A-T-T. Wait, no that's not it."
Michael snorts, "No you had it right."
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Can I just come over for breakfast one day? I think I'd get my month's worth of laughter.
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