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Little Tony came bounding down the stairs, Diego scrambling to keep up. They sounded more like a herd of wildebeest than like miniature humans ages eight and five. “What’s for dinner, Lori? Can we get pizza?” Tony yelled. Yelling was unnecessary, but whatever Tony did, Diego was all in. As the younger boy began to shout too, Cam struggled to be put down, wanting to join her brothers. From his basket in the corner, Meme lifted his grey muzzle and sniffed to be sure all was well, then sighed deeply and went back to sleep. Lola trotted over, nails tapping