When I dropped off Zoe at school this morning, she presented me with a story she had written (i.e. dictated to a teacher, who wrote it down) yesterday. After choking back a tear, I told Zoe this was going up in my office:

I love my mom and dad. I like to hug. I like my baby sister. I like to kiss my baby sister. I like to go to school with my mom. I love my mom.

The end.

-M

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