Sometimes the only way to make peace between two boys is to be the meat in the middle of the sandwich. OK, being me, not meat, perhaps jelly or cheese. Anyway, a six-foot long couch isn't enough room if your surging with testosterone and have a serious case of the wiggles. Insert mom in the middle and suddenly it's a snuggle fest, leaning in to me, unconsciously caressing my arm. Delicious. Until...one of them realizes that I'm typing this blog entry...about them! Fingers reaching toward the delete key, hands grabbing at me as I make my escape. Jeepers!
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