Hard to stay angry at impromptu apology letters from your sweet boy.
I didn't even correct that he was "sorry" and not "soy".
And Alida, you're ahead of the game lady.
When I asked if that was a picture of her, she said no, it was me.
The Offense: climbing eight tubs of carefully arranged, sorted, and folded hand-me-downs, causing them to collapse and trap he and his sister in the closet in an unholy mess of tubs and clothes.
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