Posted in Letters, tagged antics, devil, heaven sent, naughty on December 16, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Son, you are heaven sent, but sometimes you can really test your mommy’s and my patience.
You make a mess of the living room.
You mess up your books almost immediately after we’ve organized them.
You dial random numbers (once, you dialled 911!) on our phones.
You walk without slippers.
You pressed the reset button on my PC while I [...]
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When I tried my hand in bathing you since I came home late last month, I was surprised by how much you screamed and cried like a little pig being led to the slaughterhouse! I was wondering if you’ve, of late, come to dislike taking a bath that much, but your mommy told me that [...]
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525,600 minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
So goes the song Seasons of Love from the Broadway show Rent. How will people remember someone once he’s passed away? In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? In the bridges he’s burned or the way that he died? [...]
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