The siblings crowd us as Jamie and I each open a box. I lift the lid and push some tissue paper aside. Then I pull out a gorgeous hand-thrown coffee mug. It says “HIS” on the side. I hear laughter and look over at Jamie’s gift. Another mug reading “HIS.” “Mom!” Jess hollers. “The point of labeled mugs is so that they can tell them apart! You should have done their initials.” “But that wouldn’t amuse me,” his mother explains, grinning.
