Last weekend, we went down to the river so you could throw another 500 rocks into the water. At this rate, it'll only take you another eight million years to get 'em all in there. Take that, fragile ecosystem!
As always, you were ready to forge ahead into the water. You're really testing the limits of those $12 snow boots from Target. Speaking of fashion, I'm not really sure what to say about this hat. It's a 3T, but it doesn't quite want to stay on that 98th percentile head of yours. I think even you are questioning this one, which is saying a lot since you've been known to wear a hat shaped like a stuffed donkey.
When Dad told you it was time to go, you tried out your new move, called the "Go Limp." It's the same kind of passive resistance used by the hippies at sit-ins.
Your dad and I sure had a good time with you today... not "going to the beach in 80 degree weather," fun, but fun all the same.
By the way, you're not imagining it: That IS a bruise on your left cheek. You and Gus decided that you both needed to run out the back door at the exact same time, which created a Two Stooges logjam situation, and when you broke free, you fell forward and hit the dogs' water bucket. We told the bucket that it was being very very bad, and needed a time out. We would have told Gus that he was responsible, but the bucket probably has a better grasp on cause and effect.
Love,
Mom
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