Sometimes, the very best of gifts… Are the completely unexpected ones. Circa 2008. It was only a few days before Thanksgiving. Jamin was unloading groceries in the kitchen, and the kids were going beserk. Like, make-me-pull-my-hair-out-we-couldn’t-possibly-manage-more-and-are-happy-with-two-so-for-the-love-of-all-things-breastpumps-stop-acting-like-complete-psychopaths-before-I-climb-to-the-roof-and-go-into-the-fetal-position, beserk. Aiden was clawing at Jamin’s leg. I’m pretty sure he actually started to gnaw. I’d recently caught him…
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