Right now Georgia's mouth is smeared with blueberry juice. She is wearing three pairs of underwear, her PJ bottoms from last night and a shirt she found in the dirty clothes hamper. Jacob is wearing a shirt he pulled from Georgia's closet, Thomas the Tank Engine undies and socks. They are playing with my "oga maps" and two old Batman figurines from a Burger King kid's meal purchased in the Eighties. (Grampy Niebauer was visiting us in Naples when we got them, I remember.) The Batmen are flying around the living room, and meeting by the fireplace, where they embrace and say "I love you!" Or "Kiss me!" All is well on the home front.
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