[Haven't yet figured out how to rotate this photo] The kids were awful quiet, an ominous sign. This time, however, nothing was broken (piano keys) or painted (D's penis) or hurt (Lulu the cat). Instead, Danya and Eve had found their way into the upstairs closet and dug out the toy Christmas candy canes. They hobbled into the kitchen, leaning on their canes.
"What're you doing?" Annie and I asked.
"We're playing Old," the kids said.
"We're a little old couple," Danya said.
"And these are our children," Eve explained, holding up her baby doll.
"We're going back to the hospital now," Danya concluded. Then they turned and shuffled away.
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