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Twelfth night breakfast
The girls were sleepy and Delia was mildly grumpy, but breakfast was fun:
(Delia wouldn't let me take her picture)
A snippet of conversation over breakfast:
Delia (pulling a Santa ornament from her miniature stocking. Santa is curved to one side.) "He looks like he's falling."
Fiona: "My Santa looks like he's dancing."
Delia: "But mine looks like he's falling. That's sort of depressing.
Fiona (brightly): "Maybe he's break-dancing."
Rob (Snorts cocoa out his nose)
Happy Twelfth night!
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| Twelfth night breakfast 2010 |
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(Delia wouldn't let me take her picture)
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A snippet of conversation over breakfast:
Delia (pulling a Santa ornament from her miniature stocking. Santa is curved to one side.) "He looks like he's falling."
Fiona: "My Santa looks like he's dancing."
Delia: "But mine looks like he's falling. That's sort of depressing.
Fiona (brightly): "Maybe he's break-dancing."
Rob (Snorts cocoa out his nose)
Happy Twelfth night!