My brave boy...

Dear Nicky,

We went out to look at a house today. It was overpriced, and it was too close to high-tension wires, and inside it smelled like dirty feet, even though the owners tried really hard to cover the smell by lighting lots of candles and using those plug-in scent releasers. We didn't like it. I'm calling this post "My brave boy..." because I admire your courage and your agreeable nature. We put you through a number of trials on a daily basis, I'm afraid. But each time you always impress us with something, whether it's a new physical milestone, like rolling to the left or lifting your chest up, or just a sweet smile you shoot us, even though we're working you out at that moment. You really are an admirable little fellow, and I'm always very proud of you, my dear son.

Love,
Dad