Grandma Bee and Papa sent up a box for Valentine's Day. The boys waited, not very patiently, for Daddy to be home so we could open it. They brought the box and a knife into the bedroom at 6 AM sharp.
N: (snatching the first envelope, labelled 'Ken,' from on top of the 3 gift bags and wildly tearing it open) "This is mine. But that's not how you spell my name."
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