Dear Laney,
Your love for the remote control was getting out of hand (also, it was inconvenient that every time someone was about to say something interesting on television, you would hit the "Mute" button), so I came up with a solution: I took the extra remote that the cable company gave us, removed the batteries, washed the heck out of it, and gave it to you.
Best. Present. Ever.
I have a feeling that if you were 16 and we gave you a new car, you would pretty much have this same look on your face. But I assume you wouldn't be running around topless.
Let's hope.
Love,
Mom
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