The gang was all here to trim the tree Friday night: Trudi, Bret, his friend Nicole and her daughter Lorelai, Wyatte, Malikai, Jen and Bill. It was a typical night of carols, pizza, laughter, tears, putting small children in to boxes, and wearing silly headgear and glasses.
At the end of the night, Malikai went to put his cup of fruit juice in the sink and missing, spilling it all over the kitchen floor. "It's just like ink!!" Bret and Joey exclaimed - A phrase they heard from me and Bill at least 4000 times whenever we would tell them to be careful with their juice. It's good to know that at least one bit of parenting stuck.
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