It must be spring if my children braved the backyard of Amy's house for over an hour with nary a complaint of chilliness. Amy and I actually sat at her dining room table and had a (prepare thyself) CONVERSATION while observing our adorable yet wonderfully soundless children through the glass. We froze up as they came running for the door, but alas, it was only to grace us with some farting noises against the sliding glass door and then back to the sandbox they ran.
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