“Chuck, head upstairs and get the movie ready! You know how I dislike eating cold cheese chips,” I hollered from the kitchen. “Eva, come get the drinks and take them upstairs. Charlotte, follow daddy upstairs – go on, follow daddy.” Off she will go, pattering down the hallway and crawling up the stairs saying, “Daey, Daey” all the way. Eva will typically take the drinks upstairs and return to watch me prepare the cheese chips. It is quite an art […]
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