An Open Letter

Everything Michael should know, but I'll forget to tell him.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

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Dear Michael:

For months now, you've played a game sometimes where you and either your Mom or I would pretend to go to sleep. You'd get pillows for us, maybe a blanket. Sometimes you'd tell us to close our eyes and go to sleep. More recently you started fake snoring to add to the game.

Then a couple weeks ago, we were up in Pittsburgh visiting my parents and you decided you didn't really want to take a nap. So I go back in and tell you that you really have to go to sleep. So you lay down, grab your burp-cloth and start fake snoring.

You really did need to sleep.

But that was funny.

Love Dad

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