H, I just have to tell you this story.

Mom and I were at your school helping out with a t-shirst sale.

We both ate lunch with you first and then volunteered for the next hour, after you had returned to class.

Sales were slow and we mostly stood around and talked.

But on our way out the door, one of the other kindergarten teachers (not yours) stopped me.

She said you told here that your dad was “not even born in this country.”

When she asked you were I was born, you didn’t hesitate in your response.

You said:

Houston.*

Hahahaha

I love you.

-Dad

*Bitburg, Germany