sometimes, it’s the little things

When things are rough, little things can get you through. After a crazy night with the kids, behind my mom’s back, my dad snuck a piece of candy in my hand, which made me go into silent convulsions. When the radiologist tech tried to stop Boy Twin from kicking off the metal blanket during his chest x-ray, he exclaimed in the best New Jersey accent, “I’m just trying to protect his bawls!” Me too! I’m just trying to protect my son’s bawls too!

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