Dear Damen Robert,
Today you had a rough time getting out of bed and getting to school. You tried every trick in the book except faking sick. Eventually you gave up and grumpily made it out the door.
After I picked you up some storm clouds rolled in. You, Daddy, and Ry went out to play in it while Kian and I hung out inside watching out the window.
You have had a lot of big adjustments this month: kindergarten, a new baby. I think you're handling it awfully well. Despite our daily, "stop arguing with us" discussion, you're still my sweet little man.
I love you forever baby boy,
Mommy
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