A few nights ago you and I shared a bag of Twizzlers. Just before bed, you noticed there was one left and asked to have it. I said no buddy you already brushed your teeth but you can have it tomorrow. You sulked but said ok. 20 minutes later I finished reading you your bedtime stories (Polar Bear, Polar Bear what do you hear? and Snug as a Bug). On my way out I said "Goodnight buddy, I love you." You replied, "Dad...don't eat the twizzler!"
The next morning, the first thing out of your mouth was "Dad, did you eat the Twizzler?" You crack me up!
Love,
Dad
Ps: For good measure, here is a picture of you and me with the greatest trophy in sports...the Stanley Cup!
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