The other day the Twofer were playing around and wrote a bunch of letters and delivered them to The Mister and myself.
Here's one I found particularly frightening amusing...
Here's a translation in the event you can't read her chicken scratch that she gets from her father handwriting:
How is twitter going so far
it is going good for me. Anyways
my taxes are going crazy I
have them all over my floor
really it is a mess. Also I wish
you an happy and unforgetable
Easter! Love, Linda
As I've learned, there's nothing better to reveal your defects of character than having a child.
Has this ever happened to you?
PS: Not correcting the punctuation and grammar is killing me.