Abigail and Luke, as twins, will spend their childhoods constantly being loved and tortured by each other—the ideal preparation for marriage. The other day Abigail pushed Sir Lucas when he reached the step stool first. We sent her to the “naughty spot” until she was ready to apologize.
“Lucas,” she said sweetly, “I’m sorry for pushing you. Pushing is NOT right!”
To which he responded, “That’s okay. Sometimes these things happen.”
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On a regular enough basis, Lucas will turn to me, put both hands on my face, and call me his sunshine. Then, he’ll give me a smooch.
You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you’ve left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams;
“You Are My Sunshine,” is basically one of our earliest versions of clit-rock. I’d like to see the video that went along with that cheery hit single.