Dear daughter. You don't understand me yet. You know what your bottle is. And you seem very interested in the Tabby. But my words mean nothing. And by the time you have the intellectual and physical ability to actually listen to me, you probably won't want to. And by the time you finally, oh, I don't know, have your own baby and suddenly decide I'm worth listening to, I will most likely not remember any of my Great Words of Wisdom. So I'm going to record them here. I hope that you eventually enjoy.
PS. If you ever have a sibling, this is all for them too. Learn to share.
Your mom asked me to test the comments section, so I'll take the opportunity to reassure you that I'll be reading along, and, where necessary, providing you with balance, needed corrections and any counter arguments needed to keep you out of jail or fisticuffs... (Not that I expect your mom to steer you that direction. Not much anyways).
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Hello, my sweet.
ReplyDeleteLove Grandma Payson