Eleanor,
You and your dad, you are special friends. He is always holding you and stealing my kisses and saying to me, "Do you see what we made?"
But just so you know, he can't wait to embarrass you when you are older.
He has big plans to tell all your friends how gassy you were when you were a baby.
Like the biggest farting machine there ever was. And the manly sounds, oh my word.
And me... I'll never sing karaoke at the top of my lungs while driving you and your friends around.
Or break it down in the living room at one of your sleepovers.
I won't tell your friends how you used to poop up the back of your clothes where I would have to yell ALERT ALERT! Emergency bath!!
Not me.
Love,
Momma
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