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At Thursday’s dinner we were going around the table listing the things that made us grateful when Max blurted, “I’m thankful for pets and Uncle Dave.” I’m sure Uncle Dave was thankful for that. 

Me? I’m thankful for “leg pits,” which is what Max calls the backs of his knees. Last week he begged Sarah to tickle them.

This morning, Sarah and the kids dug through two bedroom closets and collected half a room’s worth of old toys (and some fairly new ones) to give to other kids, kids who have no toys. Mia gave up her princess stuff, including the tiaras, including the princess castle, including the dresses, including the Barbies. The Barbies! Because other kids have none.

And maybe, just a little, because she knows she needs to clear out room for Hannukah. Doesn’t matter. I’m proud.

And leg pits. That still kills me.