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Well, the children are growing by leaps and bound…They are on the verge of being weaned: Poe is nibbing on kitten kibble, Scout enjoys a drink of H-2-O every morning, and they all will glom onto the formula bottle when offered.

Today, they had their first encounter with a play box and Cater took full advantage.

Carter est dan la boite en carton et il joue.

(Don’t ask me why he was in a Gallic mood–must have been in celebration of the new Socialist President of France.)