"And it's a good day to hold something warm and cuddly, too," Annie observed, peeking out a window like she was hoping for snow. (Because she was -- which was dumb, because it wasn't that cold.) "I don't know how thrilled we're going to be about lugging around a couple of clingy nine month-olds in August."

Probably about as thrilled as Annie had been to be pregnant in the same time frame, honestly.