Back to the mines...

Dear Nicky,

You're hoarse today, and it breaks my heart to hear your croaking little cries. I don't know what it's from--a virus, the doctors have told us in the past. You don't have a fever and your disposition is very sunny, so I guess we're not too worried (yeah, right!). Tomorrow we return to Stepping Stones. Your days of lazing about, taking advantage of your poor old dad are over. I'm just kidding, of course, my boy. It's an earlier session, which is a real drag, especially now that fall and winter are coming, but it's good because it helps you, and that's all that matters. I wonder if it's going to be the same kids as before, or if there'll be some new people. I know you'll still be number one. In my book, you always have been and you always will be.

Love,
Dad