Natalie is in our bed, asleep. I just crawled in and she said, "Mom?... Mom? This is a cheese over banana... Zzzsnrrrksnumb *SNORE*"
A literal snore, right at the end of her sentence.
Today she and Sylvana built a time machine out of the recycling. It runs on tokens, which they also made. Except, as she explained to me, normal time machines don't
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