Dear Mama,
WTF are you doing to me? First you make me miss my nap time to go see all these strange looking people. Then, you make me wear this orange thing. You wake me up from my nap to see all these people and then you keep my up past my bedtime.
Love,
Ian
PS: I'll forgive you if you let me eat the remote control tomorrow.
This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.
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