Oh, wait. That’s what I did to my dad when I was a young’un.
At any rate, there will come a day when I’ll have to fight and beg to write to you, Dear Readers, because Grace will want to play games on Barney.com or something. She’s already wanting to type and play AlphaBaby on my laptop at every opportunity.
So now that I think about it, that day might be tomorrow.
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