Dear Hagen,
Trust me - this one makes no sense to us, either.
Last weekend, you picked up a 12ft length of garden hose and decided that it was the be-all, end-all. For three straight days, you pretty much refused to put the damn thing down. You pulled it through the living room, up the stairs, around the yard and anywhere else you wanted to go. Grandma Sue was putting you down for a nap in your room, and I overheard her saying, "I'm not going to put it in the crib with you, but I'll put it beside the bed so you can still see it."
Sometimes, we run water through it just to blow your mind.
In case anyone's wondering what this level of garden hose enthusiasm looks like in motion:
It's cute as a truckload of spotted puppies to see a boy dragging his hose around, but we hope you grow out of this phase soon. While it's somewhat acceptable to take a special blankie or stuffed animal to school for nap time, I think the teachers might second guess our parenting should we send you to school with twelve feet of coiled rubber.
Love,
Mom
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