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Little Mr. D - Letter to the Kid #2

(readers: do not be confused. not MY D but E's D)
Well mister, aren't you cute? Your mom sent me the second picture I've seen of you today. Pretty sharp looking.

It was a bit surreal when your dad jumped out at the page. I kinda wondered who I would think you looked like when I first saw a picture of but your birth-day picture just didn't show either of them.

This one - you're definitely your father's son. Oh dear. I knew it - you are totally NEVER getting in trouble! Just give a smile and a wink and she'll melt...for sure...

It's a good thing your dad practised telling me to "Go to your room" and "Get a job" when I stayed with them. He'll be all set to tell himself where to go.

You were even smiling a little bit in the second picture. Was that because of all the fun fresh air you get up at the cottage? You know, I love the cottage too. Your mom and I sat for a couple of days planning my Europe trip, talking about life, dreaming about the future. And look at that, there you are.

I heard you chatting to me in the background when I talked to your mom a couple of weeks ago.

Yes, I know you may be pissed we haven't met. And no, I hadn't yet sent you your present but it's on its way long as Royal Mail doesn't lose it, which I have no control over and one day you'll learn that when you grow up that sometimes, you are at the mercy of the postal system. And yes, I WILL be calling again and you will have to be patient in the background while me and your mom catch up. Be sure to give me another shout out.

Tyeger - I can't wait to meet you. I won't be offended, however, if you cry when I try to hold you because that just happens to me when I hold kids for the first time. I inherited it from my mother.

I also think it's kinda cool that when I get into work, you are probably waking up for one of your early morning meals. Be nice to your mom that early. It's WAY TO EARLY for your Aunt A and you're a lucky dude someone will get up in the wee hours of the morning just to make sure you get food in your gut.

I know you will be getting cuter and cuter over the following months. You will also be getting bigger, turning into a real person.

Crunch on my heart, I know I will miss all this. But hey, you won't remember anyway will you?

Perhaps I'll be better at teaching you the "in-your-20s" stuff anyway. You're gonna need a place to stay when you decide to travel the world aren't you?


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