I mentioned to Peg Peg that you had developed an obsession with the puddles in our front yard, and magically, these galoshes appeared in the mail today. It's a lot like having a genie on speed-dial; you don't even have to bother rubbing a bottle.
Tomorrow when we talk to her, we're going to tell her that what you're really into these days is large sums of cash stuffed into an envelope and addressed to your mother. I think we really underplayed our hand with these $12 shoes.
The good news is that you seem to be almost back to your pre-illness, cheese-eating, rock-throwing, nap-avoiding, Gus-abusing, Uh-ohing self. The bad news is that for the past few days, your teacher says you've "felt like snuggling," so she's been carrying you around all day long and now you think you're the Queen of Sheba.
One step forward, one froggy leap back.
Love,
Mom
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