A good friend, watching out for us dropped off some mongo, and what mongo it was. New to us clothes that fit Child Unit 3 to a T, and toys that will cause a fight between Child Unit 1 and Child Unit 2. (As my mother used to say "Fight! I hate peace!")
We are blessed to have such caring friends.
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