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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Hey Little Man!! You sure are growing up fast. Can't wait for you to visit this summer. Told Grandma Joyce that we are going to have to put everything up when you arrive. We miss you.
Be good boy!!
Love,
Grammie
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