Last night we slept like logs and woke up happy as new seedlings. Gramma Rosie and I were cooked out after Dad and Drew's birthday week, so Grampa Jimmy and Drew had eaten nothing but a boring diet of cheerios for the past three days. Needless to say, they were very happy this morning, when suddenly, the girls were back on their game. Gramma Rosie and I returned from our hiatus and pulled out all the stops. The boy's smiles lit up the kitchen when they heard the sound of rattling pots and pans. After we made and served our special French Toast, we took group pictures. Mom, Dad, Uncle Kerry and Auntie Maria don't know what they're missing. Our French Toast can compete with any vegas rendition.
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