Dear G,
You are merely two and a half and you've got it all *almost* figured out. This morning you woke up and rather than let me know that you "woke up" as you usually do, you helped yourself to a breakfast of ice cream and a banana. I know this because you told me. And sure enough, when I checked the trash, there was an ice cream wrapper and a banana peel right on top. I say you have it figured out because I can't think of a better way to welcome a new week so very early on Monday morning than with a delicious treat. I say *almost* because you haven't learned to hide the evidence. I hope you saved room for a waffle.
Love,
Mom
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