Today as I was picking Leif up and cleaning out his box, I happened upon a note in his box.
I am used to notes - usually instructing me to bring extra clothes in or go see the director. But this note was different.
It was in a child's handwriting. And since Leif only makes four various lines and curves to represent his name in some vaguely semi-recognizable fashion, I knew it wasn't his.
Yet it had his name on it.
And a big heart.
I opened it cautiously where I saw it said "mary me (heart heart heart) E----".
Oh and she didn't stop there... she gave him her phone number too.
Somehow I had hoped I would have time to prepare myself for this eventuality that would likely happen in 25 or so years...
However, the little chicky needs to wisen up if she wants my son. Because she has a big barrier between herself and my little boy... ME!
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