This morning, we got up at the crack of dawn (your favorite time of day) to ride into town and help Nate and Brynn with their yard sale. Mostly, we helped by being their best customers, and we're now the proud owners of some patio furniture, a filing cabinet, some track lighting, etc. What we learned is that your dad and I can't be trusted in a retail environment, even if that retail environment is Nate and Brynn's driveway.
After the yard sale, we went with all the visiting Tetzes to the Frenchtown Pond. Your Grandma Sue and I thought you'd like to try out your new inner tube. For a while, you seemed to think it was super cool, but when it came time to get you out, that inner tube held onto your baby thighs like a dog holds on to ham.
Thanks to some persistent wiggling and twisting and tugging on our part, you won't have to enroll in college while still wearing this inner tube. But just in case, the next time we try it out, we're going to bring along some WD-40. After all, it would be hard to find a prom dress to go over that thing.
Love,
Mom
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