As we were headed down to Eugene to visit our friend Molly and the kids on Sunday, Rachel plopped down on the kitchen floor with the Sunday New York Times Magazine and started leafing through it.
No, I am not kidding.
Then, last night, Drew was unloading groceries when Rachel marched into her room, got a book, brought it back, sat down on the kitchen floor and "read" it, got up, went back to her room, got another book, then came back into the kitchen, plunked down on the floor and "read" that one.
I'll say it again: Where did she come from??
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