Heard you loved your eggs and toast more than your mother today. We hearken back to the days where you would just wail when we even thought about leaving once we entered your room at daycare. Mom sat you down with all the other kids at the table this morning. You looked back at her as if to say “Are you still here? I’ll see you at 6 unless I become preoccupied with a ball or the cow lawnmower in which case you can just wait till they bore me.”
I told her to get used to it. It will get much worse soon enough.
NCAA tourneyt is in town this weekend. Dad's going to get a ticket sometime ove rthe weekend. Playing vball tonight. Hopefully won't have my knee scoped any time soon but it certainly hurts after inactivity then snowboarding at Beaver Creek on Sunday.
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