Sometimes you get to the end of your date and nothing especially blog-worthy has happened and you're hanging the laundry to dry and thinking that it's probably just going to be one of those times when you throw up a Daily Jamie and call it a day. Then you find a pair of socks that don't belong to your child, that one of his teachers must have sent him home in after he destroyed his original pair on the muddy playground. And you realize that these American-themed socks without a name written on them probably ended up in your kid's reserve clothing bin because he's half American. And that makes you smile.
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