No luck...

Dear Nicky,

This morning we went looking for your glasses again, and we asked at all the businesses along the promenade, and unfortunately we didn't find them. Mom's calling the eye doc tomorrow. You took a wonderfully long nap this afternoon. Two hours straight. I wish you'd do it more often. You'd probably grow more if you got more rest. Unfortunately, you're almost always on the go. For instance, tomorrow we go see Doc Slushie, who's going to check out your down-below, which thankfully, has healed just fine. We think your sister has a blocked tear duct. We'll watch it. I wish she had a blocked mouth when it comes to crying, though, I'll tell you that. She's just a peanut of course, but her every waking moment seems to be consumed by the desire to cry pointlessly. I think we'll keep her anyway.

Love,
Dad