If I would be taking care of these precious little boys for the next two weeks, some things were going to have to change
Iwas Pesach cleaning the guest room when Chavi called.
“The kids are so excited, Ma,” she chirped. “What time do you want us all over?”
Kids. Right. Purim seudah. I looked at the Windex and shmattehs and stifled a laugh.
“I’ll let you know about that, okay?”
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