A family tradition, shared:
Sam: "Going to school."
Peter: "Nigh-Nighs. Moooon!" (Translated: You people, reading me Goodnight Moon as I've requested 15 times today.)
Paul: "Seeing you're beautiful face when I arrived home from work." (I totally made that up, when we engaged in this exercise at the dinner table, Peter was screaming and having to be held while Paul tried to eat. I would assume this was what he wanted to say, though.)
Me: "Watching Sam and Peter spot each other from across the schoolyard and run to each other with open arms and fall over hugging and giggling."
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