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February 16, 2008

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Fabulous. I LOVE the red ball counter for kids just learning to count. When you were little we didn't give you toys. We got mixed up and thought that YOU were the toy. So I used to come home and flip you in the air and you would always land just right on the big old soft brown couch. Until the time I missed a bit and split your chin open. About that time people told us we were supposed to get you toys, so that was pretty well the end of the fun for us. Oh well.

Your Dad

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