Last night, Brooke, Todd and Cedar came over for dinner and it was super fun, as always. While your dad was manning the grill, you got to hang out in the backyard and play with Cedar.
Then, we came inside and ate, and you entertained Cedar as she hung out in your old swing.
I'm sure you were wondering who this little baby was, and why she was hanging out in your swing. And I'm sure Cedar was wondering why the heck her parents keep loading her up and taking her to That Place Where The Big Scary Baby Pokes Me In The Face.
At least, that's what I imagine her internal monologue is here:
Obviously, we need a few hundred more iterations of "Gentle! Gentle!"
Love,
Mom
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