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A Week Before Christmas, I Overheard My Daughter’s Secret Plan to Dump Eight Kids on Me—So I Taught Her a Holiday Lesson She Never Saw Coming
The previous Christmas, I’d cooked for two days. Amanda and Martin arrived late, ate quickly, then left to meet friends. Robert and Lucy stayed only a little longer. The children remained with me until well after midnight. I made beds, helped them wash, settled arguments, read stories, and stayed awake while their parents celebrated elsewhere.
