Write something about the kids every day. Or every other day.
Yesterday Avigail told me she knew what my first word was. “It was ice” she said. “How old were you? One? Can one year old’s have ice cream?”
And I was about to say “And I know what your first was.” But I searched my mind, and I couldn’t. No recollection at all. We must have written it down somewhere. Where?
So I’ll write something about the kids every day. Or every other day.
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