Maybe you will recall the Mother's Day poem I received from Scott.
He made a nice gift for The Dad and wrote a little letter:
You are very nice.
Thank you for cooking dinner.
Thank you for helping me when I'm sick if you can.
You are fun!
Thank you for taking me to ball games.
I wish I was the fun one and not the sleepy one!
By the way, I don't know where he came up with the cooking dinner thing. Maybe that happens once in a GREAT while.
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