One case of conjunctivitis, two Belgian waffles, three states, four stuffy noses, five chocolate milks, six “Are they all yours?” queries, seven pieces of salt water taffy, eight choruses of Big Rock Candy Mountain, nine bridges, and I literally just fell asleep while trying to think of ten, so it’s time to quit thinking and go to sleep.
We Survived (This Far)
Because Moving Five Kids Across the Country Isn’t Excitement Enough
The Complimentary Breakfast Buffet May Be Man’s Finest Achievement
Gusty Winds May Exist
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