Yesterday Mom told me, "Karsten, tomorrow I'm bringing you a purple ball." Well, tomorrow came and look what she brought me, it's a purple ball alright, but how am I supposed to play with this thing? For crying out loud, I'm a baby and this thing is huge. I can't wait to see my first toy car, she'll will most likely bring me home an old Volkswagen. Of course. that's not to say my father is the voice of reason, I heard him say to another father two days ago that a rifle is a very appropriate gift for a seven year old. At least I have my loyal readers to help me should things get, well.... any more weird.
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Karsten, dear,
Your independent thinking will endear you to many, after they look beyond the superficial attractions of your wonderful eyes (and smile, when you choose) and your undoubtably cuddly self.
I look forward to collecting more data to support my assertion.
Love,
Aunt Kirsten
I will see you at the Baby Shower. And you had better bring something nice, like a normal sized ball!
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