Thanksgiving Post... Postponed
It Picks Up At The End

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Edward has been home sick for the past two days. Not so sick that he's miserable but sick enough that I'm pretty sure they would've shipped him back to me if I tried to unload him on the school; all raspy and sneezy and gunky as he is.

I like having Edward around. Not only is he good at keeping himself quietly entertained for hours on end, he is just so... quaint.

"You know, Mom," he said this morning as he looked thoughtfully at his Cheerios, "cereal is sort of like the soup of breakfast. It comes in a bowl, you eat it with a spoon, it sloshes and when you ask for something else when you're done with it no one thinks you're being greedy."

Reeeally makes you think, doesn't it?

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