There is half an orange smeared on the floor. Our house looks like Hurricanes Amelia and Henry came through, and we relied on Michael Brown to do the clean-up. Amelia brought her Christmas gifts from school into her room during naptime and I opened the door to discover a handful of Hershey's Kisses and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups wrappers on the floor and a girl with chocolate on her face (and a shirt on backwards with the tag hitting her chin) saying "I love chocolate, Mom."
But nothing, NOTHING can harden the heart-melting sensation I get when I see the look on a little boy's face when he hears his sister awaken from her nap.
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