We were getting ready to come in after a little bit of playtime and bike-riding outside, when we heard, from around the corner, "BELLLLLAAAAA!" And Bella: "My boys!" Followed by four little sets of feet pounding the pavement. Twins and then the third about a year younger, they're great, boisterous playmates for Bella, but I'm always secretly relieved when it's time to scoop up my ONE GIRL (who suddenly seems quiet and calm in comparison) and say, "Sorry, guys, it's time for us to go home."
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