Dear LittleDude,
This morning, I baked muffins for breakfast. When you got out of bed, you saw them cooling on the oven. First, you asked, "Cake, please!" and then you asked, "Hot, Mama? Hot?"
I don't know what makes me more proud: hearing you use a new word, hearing you use your manners, or knowing you're smart enough to realize things on the stove might be hot!
I love you.
Love, Mommy
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