Hi, kid...

Dear Nicky,

Hi pal, how's it going? Today you ate a nice big pile of stew meat for lunch. I tried to sneak in some Brussels sprouts and potatoes under the pile of shredded meat that Granny cooked for us yesterday, but you were too clever and delicately picked out the vegetables and daintily tossed them on the floor. Your speech therapist came by to do a make-up session, and you did well with her. Earlier, I turned my back for a second and you grabbed a fistful of June's hair and latched on like a barnacle or something. Don't torment your sister, Nick. I know she sure can be a little bit of a pain with her constant shrill cry, but be nice to her. After all, you're her big brother. After a big lunch like the one you had, you didn't want much for dinner, but at least you drank plenty of water. Neither of you took an afternoon nap, so when bedtime came you guys were more than ready. When you were both asleep, I went and did the recycling. There's always empty diaper boxes to be thrown out.

Love,
Dad