I want to write to you so that even the smallest details of your life are recorded so that you know how much we loved you as a baby.
Tonight, as you slept peacefully, your father snuck into your room and farted loudly into the baby monitor so that I got the scare of my life while washing dishes in the kitchen next to the speaker.
I apologize.
Love,
your mother
4 comments:
Sometimes I want to come live at your house...you guys have so much fun!
boys!
Ryan and I were dying! Still are, actually. Fuuny stuff...
HAHAHA! That is Hilarious!
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