Dear Caden,
As you sit in my lap, turning the pages of Brown Bear, you like to point to the pictures and call them by name. You point to the bear and say "Bear, hair!" I proudly smile and say, "Yes! That's right! The bear has hair! Good Job, Caden!" You rub your head exclaiming, "Hair!" I swell with pride, you are so smart. You then promptly rub my leg and say, "Mommy, hair!" Ummm, yeah...
Love,
Hairy Mommy
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