Dear Miya,
A few days ago, I was running errands with you and Rhys in tow. Suddenly, you were complaining that you were too warm. This complaint was accompanied by dramatic fanning of your face and panting. Concerned, I immediately reached for the air conditioner. That's when I noticed the ice cream shop in my rear view mirror. Sure enough, you soon explained, while still panting, that ice cream, not air conditioning, was the only way to cool you down. I was dumbfounded by your quick thinking and intimidated by your cunning. Hence, I live in fear of your teenage years.
Love,
Mommy
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