Category: grandparents
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We barely get our coats off before Papa declares Thanksgiving officially open—not with a prayer, but with a fart joke so loud it rattles the cranberry sauce. The boys collapse in laughter, Mimi mutters something about “raising animals,” and I’m just grateful someone else is keeping them entertained while I scope out the pie situation.…
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Twas the night before Thanksgiving, at Mimi and Papa’s lair, Not a parent was stirring—because frankly, they weren’t allowed there. The stockings weren’t hung, but the freezer was stacked, With popsicles in colors that science forgot to track. Jack and James nestled, not snug in their beds, But bouncing off couches, with sugar in their…
