Dear Mama,I'm offended that you said I can't do anything. Look! I am very good at drooling and blowing bubbles. I can even sit up, although I do flop over after a moment. I'm sorry I can't roll yet, but not really. I'm just chillin'. Life's good.
And you know I'm good at kisses. When I grab your hair and pull you in for an enormous, slobbery kiss, I see your face. You find me irresistible.
Yours Truly,
The Littlest Man in your Life.
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