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Mom: Alice. What have I told you about being grabby? Alice: Um. Mom: And what are you doing with my over mitts? Alice: Uh. Mom: Is this another playdate that ends with Dill crying and you in all day timeout? Alice: It's one of our traditions.
Ahhh! Traditions. Every year Dad would curse at the jumbled Christmas lights and then spend hours trying to find the dead or faulty bulb. The dog would eat tinsel and have to be rushedto the vet. My younger brother and sister would get into a sillyfight over who got to put the angel on top of the tree, and motherwould cry because we were nothing like the television families.Memories are made of this.