Stand up and walk...

Dear Nicky,

It's superbitter cold today. This afternoon I said to you, "Nick, stand up and walk to Daddy." And you know what? You did it! You're feeling much better; you even feel heavier. Poor Junie's pretty miserable. She's not as stoic as you. Your both glad to be home, though, that's for sure. Earlier I bought you guys some fleece slippers to keep your feet warm. Problem is, you won't keep them on.

Love,
Dad