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September 29th, 2016

Dear Todd,

Our 5th grader is getting ready for her trip to Eco Week; a special 5th grade camping experience that has given her night sweats, hives, and endless questions---determined to be extremely prepared for something she has never done before.

As the weeks passed and more and more info was released, she began to get excited...not to go, but to PACK! So we have begun packing...2 weeks in advance.

We recently acquired a label-maker, which I have learned is the most fun one can have when packing kids for any "camp" activity. So we jumped in! Endlessly printing out our last name, cutting off individual labels and attaching them to a pink duffel, a purple pillow, pink sunglasses, multi-colored towel and wash cloth. (She is super excited about the group shower scenario, btw. I'm pretty sure that's directly responsible for the night sweats).

And as we start applying the labels, our 12.75 yr old has begun printing some of his own.  One proclaims that "He is Awesome!" And another that says "Kick Me."

Anyway, wanna know how I know this?

Cuz he stuck'm to my back and my loyal "packing buddy" ratted him out.

At this point I felt very fortunate that we do not live in a heavily evangelical neighborhood as it may have been misunderstood and I could've been agressively kicked out of support and faith.


Fortunately, he was also the only one to attempt to kick me...

It's not illegal to post him on Craigslist is it?  Maybe a swap for a few years?



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