Separated on Easter...

Dear Nicky,

Today was Easter Sunday. We gave you an early morning bath, then Mom took you out to Aunt Erin's for Sunday brunch. You had a nice time. Everyone there went crazy over as usual. We had you dressed in a little striped shirt with some baby khakis. Mom fed you well, and you even chewed on some ham and ate some scalloped potatoes and cheesecake. You actually ate 'em!

Son, I didn't come because Mom was sensitive enough to see how tired I was and so she let me off the hook. In return for this kindness, I did a lot of stuff around the house that is kinda hard to do sometimes when a kid's underfoot. The biggest thing was cleaning the stove, I guess. You turn the stove on to self-cleaning mode and it locks up and goes to like 500 degrees for a number of hours. This burns up any stains and spillage inside the oven, but it makes the house really hot and releases unpleasant fumes into the air, so it was better you weren't here for that. But as always, I'm glad when you come back.

Love,
Dad