A few things. First, Eli, there is no more calling you “kitten”; you are a real cat now—just look at that face. I’ll expect you to begin behaving accordingly. Ah, they grow up so fast.
Second: Hey, I have an idea. Let’s trade lives! But you cannot lick your privates at my desk; I’m positive my coworkers would be alarmed. Or chew computer cords—this is strictly prohibited. But you can bite clients and scream from the top of the bookshelf—all normal office behaviors. (kidding)
Third: Your vocals have been off the charts lately! The kitchen dinnertime operatics have been inventive, on pitch, youthful… you’re really showing me “you” as an artist. Your acoustic rendition of “Old Deuteronomy” was the best I’ve ever heard from you. Hands down.
My, now this is heartwarming!:
Lastly, let me be the first to welcome you to adolescence, E. (Yes, moms always know. I found your nudie mags!) While completely natural (and even encouraged, if you ask your dad), I’d ask that you refrain from certain exploratory behaviors while guests are over. Or on my lap while I’m driving. Or on my chest when I’m sleeping at 3AM.
Oh, and Happy Second Birthday! This weekend marks the Sunday we got you, two years ago. Best trip to Schenectady we ever took. Don’t change, shorty—don’t change.
love, mom + dad
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