Dear Della,
Yesterday morning, we were laying in bed together. I kissed you on the cheek and said good morning. You replied with a nice kiss on the lips and said, "Good mowning, kid! Awe you gwowing a beawd?" "Why," I asked, "because of the hair on my upper lip?".
"Yes."
It must be time for me to have my upper lip waxed. I think I have an appointment next week.
I love you, despite the fact that you think I could have a new career in the circus.
Mama
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Oh dear...perhaps it is good my kids don't talk yet. I'd be getting beard comments all the time! Or worse...fat butt comments! LOL
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