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Perfect Sandwich

Perfect Sandwich

H, you have created your own perfect sandwich.

In the past few weeks, I have taken to eating a turkey sandwich for dinner now and again.

When I do, you seem to always request a few bites.

And after a few days of requesting bites, you asked for your own sandwich the other day.

Mom agreed and asked you what you wanted on it.

You responded:

Butter
Jelly
Cheese
Crackers
No crust

You have eaten it for dinner four of five times now.

This might actually become a thing.

I hope it catches on and we can order it together in a restaurant someday.

I love you.

–Dad

Toenails Painted

Toenails Painted On Dad

Well I got my toenails painted a few weeks ago.

H, it all started because you wanted to get yours painted.

Of course, mom asked if I needed mine done too, and you immediately agreed.

So I sat with my feet on a towel as mom painted them and you watched.

You insisted they be painted “sparkly pink.”

I was more than willing to play along, and I forgot about it all as soon as my toenails were dry and I put my socks back on.

I forgot about it all – until we got to the swimming pool a few days later.

As I took my socks off, I laughed, then shrugged, and just got in the water anyway, proud of my pink.

Some kid swimming past me in goggles probably choked on water as she went by.

Ha.

I love you.

–Dad

Cinnamon Roll

Cinnamon Roll

H, we went to Cinnamon Roll a few days ago..

See, we celebrated your birthday as a family this last weekend.

Of course we will celebrate again on your actual birthday, tomorrow.

And we will celebrate again this next weekend, when we have your official birthday party, where you invite friends for cake and ice cream.

Birthdays around our house have become more like a birthday week…

So like I said, we celebrated your birthday as a family this last weekend.

We spent Saturday mostly at the pool.

But Sunday we asked you what you wanted to do.

You asked to go to “Cinnamon Roll.”

I think you know Pop and Gammies live in “Seminole.”

But you still call it “Cinnamon Roll.”

It’s precious.

Mom and I love it.

I love you.

–Dad