Dear Ida,
Tonight, when you think about stabbing your eyes out with a needle because it takes for freakin' ever to gather up all that lace, when you are wondering if it's okay to wait two more months until you call the doctor, when you take a break to clean the overgrown bathrooms, when you categorize the difference between "scary" and "enchanted", when you forget to eat your dinner, when you finally do the math, I want you to remember that the six-year-old chubby kid wearing the same car-racing shirt as you asked you if you would like to see the wasp's nest he found in his back yard and even let you touch it.
Best regards,
Ida
Posted by Ida at June 9, 2003 09:55 AMDoctor?
Posted by: sven at June 9, 2003 12:53 PMAnd he was so CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY.
Posted by: freesia at June 9, 2003 06:12 PM