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November 8th, 2017

Dear Todd,
Communication with our eldest has reached Egyptian Proportions. Meaning everything is a 👍 or a 😳 or a 🤔🙄😝🙌🏻😜🤣😘 And oftentimes its just an animated gif of shock or exhaustion. It’s fine. I find that it doesn’t leave room for any “tone” or miscommunication. Though he may require speech therapy at some point or some sort of “jaw fitness” class due to the lack of oral sounds emitting from his body.
In news from the other side of the hallway...our youngest just went into his room with floss tied around his loose tooth. The other end of the string is attached to an arrow that he has loaded in his crossbow. 😬😳

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