Now that I am five years old--a whole hand, as it were--I see the world in a different light. Sometimes, it's the nightlight as I try to read in bed long past my bedtime, in clear defiance of my parents. Sometimes it's the light from the oven, as it cooks my delicious chicken nuggets. Sometimes it's the light coming from my new Star Wars Clone Turbo Tank; how does one brush his teeth without the accompaniment of a Clone Turbo Tank?
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Dear, Jack!
I think you must be yawning, but I can't help but think you must be saying, "Hey, Pop! What's the deal with the flashing in my eyes?!" tee hee
Hope you were good for Mommy while your Poppa was gone!
love,
Auntie Lis.
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