Dear Baby Boo,
I found this t-shirt for you today. I was thinking it would make a dandy diaper. Your Uncle thought it would make a dandy t-shirt. He thinks he might get (another) girlfriend if he has another interesting t-shirt. Or, something like that. Lately, the only tricks he does involve that thing attached to his ear, so I don't know who is going to be impressed. See the stars? They were part of a good intention. I made one for your dad, one for your mom, and started one for you. Then I got sidetracked by Christmas. Perhaps you can have them next Christmas. Or, perhaps I will keep them so that I am already decorated for next Christmas.
love,
Granny Boo
3 comments:
Tim, you're in luck. it looks like the words might have been too wide to fit across the butt of a diaper, apropos though they may be.
and I love the stars. they are mine I tell you, all mine.
I knew it. that's why I didn't tell you. makes you wonder what other good intentions gone awry I've had, eh?
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