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Where we face paint giant butterflies onto boys, or carve Jack into a pumpkin then stick him in our freezer so as to scare us every morning and preserve his health until the season of scaring peaks.

We bake 7 loves of pumpkin bread, then discuss the plans for banana bread. Where we all receive callings and get set apart together.

Where I put the spare mattress near my bed so that the bruising will slow down when I fall out of bed. Where we wake up for church 15 minutes before we need to leave, only because I fell off my bed and hit every bar on the way down, waking us all up.

Where boys just walk in, no knocking required, and our apple juice begins to disappear at a rather rapid pace.

Where the dishes only sometimes get done.

Where we listen to Jazz and EFY music? Then shortly after we listen to Jay-z and Fall Out Boy

Our overuse of Pam ends up on the floor, making it great for sliding.

Where laughing fits are more than common.

And on occasion, we reach into the oven to pull out the bread, without thinking, and burn our entire hand. On occasion.