Dear Nate,
We had a nice afternoon today for Nov 2nd. After dinner tonight we went outside so you could ride your trike.
You started making strange faces and movements with your hands.
I said, 'What are you doing, Nate?"
You told me you were a dragon riding a bike.
Of course you are. How did I miss that? Your delivery was perfect and I could really feel the anguish of the dragon, trying to steer but yearning to fly.
Or something.
I love you,
Mama
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