I just like my kids. I think it's funny when they turn my kitchen into a restaurant (almost weekly). I like it when they head-butt my thigh and hug it to tell me they love me. I'm even getting used to their own "decor" in their bedrooms, including their dart-gun targets and "do not enter unless you are Adam, Aaron, Joshua, Thomas, Ashley (or any other cousin.)
Last Monday for FHE we did a little lesson, then afterward built a temple out of blocks. I thought the "Angel Moroni" was particularly clever.
Yep, I just like my kids.
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