They each took their own space to open their mail from daddy, discarding the envelopes like so much other trash that litters the floor of our house.
And they were delighted.
And when four cards started playing music--2 dance music and 2 Halloween music (Halloween?)--my eyes rolled at the noise. Now every night Nicholas reminds me that he is not to open his card that is tucked in his nightstand while he is sleeping.
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You mean to tell us that the card selection in Iraq is not as great as the food? I'm so disappointed at that.
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