since we live right by coen's school we walk to and from school everyday. this means that we have come to be friends with the school crossing guard. he is a delightful man, but we don't even know his name. shameful. marin thinks that "uncle" lives on the corner next to the crosswalk, and she gets so worried about him when he isn't there at non-school times. "uh, oh! where uncle go?!" occasionally he has brought us oranges from his orange tree. they are the sweetest, yummiest oranges you ever did eat. one saturday morning i pulled out the juicing thing-a-ma-thing and put coen to work. we slurped up every last drop of that fresh coen squeezed orange juice. thanks, uncle! (and coen!)
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