On the 4th, The Clone came home for Belated Christmas. She brought That Boy with her, the one she has loved for some 5 years now. In spite of myself, I like him. I mean how can you not like someone who listens to Pavarotti and Johnny Cash? Yeah, see what I mean?

I walked into the kitchen a little after 7pm to find them all the kids clustered there, laughing and talking. Missing from this shot is DaBaby, who was still at Mama’s house. They are a fine looking bunch, my kids, don’t you think?

The Clone says she wants to move home eventually. That Boy is not so sure and says they need to go to college first. Perhaps I should start emailing him information about medical coding training courses, preferably ones he can take online so that they could live anywhere, namely HERE.