It is a big job, but somebody's got to do it.
Arwen and I were kickin' back on the couch - all the delicious fruit from the farmer's market settling in our bellies. She said, "Mama, you sooo brave."
Mom - "Really? How am I brave?"
Arwen - "You feed us."
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