Bree, helping me open my presents.
Mom and I, checking out the loot.
Mom is totally thrilled about the matching sweater she knitted me, but I'm not into it.
Laura got me this bad boy! 
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Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
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- My name is Emily. I am married to a Philosopher named Jim. We have three children: Emerson (7), Harland (5) and Estella (3).
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