More stuff...

Dear son,

Stuff for your arrival just keeps arriving. Clothes, furniture, bedding. The living room looks so nice we should've done it years ago. We finally got a new coffee table, too. Try not to smash your head into the corners when you're old enough to walk, okay? One less thing to worry about, okay? Tomorrow I'm going to try to further neaten up the joint. I'd like to move all my computer and desk stuff to one side of the room, and leave the other side for your crib and other stuff. Oh no, my little friend, you won't be getting your own room just quite yet.

Love,
Dad