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    Where Bloggers Live: My Favorite Birthdays

    When my kids were little, I used to say they were four parts who made a whole. They walked in a straight line, even though I never told them to. They crept into each other’s beds at night to watch TV or chatter long after lights out. I’d pretend I didn’t hear them giggling and they’d pretend they were sleeping every time I walked past their closed doors. Even now, we play the same game. Except I pretend I don’t know they have a group chat that excludes me and they pretend the only family chat that exists is the one with their dad and me. I love these silly…