The farm...

Dear Nicky,

This morning we went to this historic farm in Morristown. Meh. It was a'ight, but it smelled terrible, at least to me. You all seemed to like it, although you did act a little fractious there. When we got home, Mom made us lunch, you and June took a nap, and when you woke, I took you two to Target while Mom finished some work. Then she went and got Mary, who came and babysat you while Mom and I went out to dinner, then the bookstore, then for some ice cream. Mary said you guys were okay but a little off.

Love,
Dad