I completed our family's form, but I'm holding it to mail Wednesday - when it will be April 1 in New Zealand and Australia. Close enough for government work, right?
I realized it's the fifth time I've been counted in the census, and fifth different address. In 2000, we were in Charlottesville getting ready to move to Lake Monticello at the end of April.
By the time the next census rolls around in 2020, both the boys could be counted other places - college or future jobs. Even though both will be under 26 in 2020, I'm not encouraging them to stay our dependents and keep our family insurance.
Fly and be free, boys.
But at 26, they are still "children". How could you be so cruel?
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