When you left me on Sunday, the thought was too much to bear, so I took a nap.
It was soon after that that things started falling apart. Mom dropped me off somewhere with lots of other babies. The adults ignored my pleas to be held at all times. I wound up in something that looked like my entertainer, but only had this duck.
When I got home, I was craving some comfort food, so mom whipped me up some dinner. There's some on my forehead again.
"Peas" come home daddy, I miss you.
Love,
Your Buddy, John Dickson
P.S. Did mom tell you Woof Woof stole the duck off my stroller?
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