Dear Caden,
Mornings are always hopping and the clock seems to be our enemy as we race against time in order to make it out of the house. On your way out the door you grabbed your milk, your breakfast snack and throw me a look over your shoulder and call out to me, "Cop! Cop! Mommy! Cop! Cop!" Well, Ay, Ay, Captain! Mommy will get her bum in gear and will "chop! chop!"
Love,
Mommy
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