The cousins have arrived and spring break is upon us! I heard rumor that they were loitering at Grammys house after their six hour drive up to camp and so threw three cyclones into puddle boots and coats and proceeded to investigate. And lo and behold one of them was approaching, Mr. Steel in his sister’s jammie pants, no coat, and bare feet. He rushed down the icy road toward us and us toward him, as Sweet Boy #3 shouted out joyfully: “It is a cousin!” Good times indeed.
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