They make it work somehow. They speak their own language. Or in this case, they “shriek” it. And it doesn’t matter whether or not anyone else “gets” it. It just matters that they do. To say that I love these two more than any human should be capable of loving someone else is the greatest understatement…
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What do you do when your son, whose been “failing to thrive” since spring and closer to a feeding tube than ever before sits down at your traditional, holy, Christmas Eve feast, grabs a ginormous spoon, and begins to shove pierogis down his throat faster than the speed of light? Duh. You spend an entire…