On That Note …
Colin writes me notes – and has, legible or not, since he could pick up a pencil. I find them here, there, and everywhere. He writes me love notes when he’s in a good mood, and he writes me “hate mail” when he’s mad:
I don’t lick him either, unless, like, his face is really dirty or something.
Sometimes, in addition to a sweet sentiment, he’ll throw in a tidbit of valuable information …
…such as: “I love Mom … and Coby is in the toilet.”
Thanks for letting me know, son.
