Dear Iain,Years from now, when you're feeling all angst-y, I want you to remember our photographic evidence. Because if you try to tell your therapist (of course you'll need a therapist) about your miserable childhood, I'm going to whip out this shot of your dessert last night: applesauce and chocolate mousse cake.
Your life is golden, dude. And not just because I'm letting you watch Kipper all morning. What? I have a cold.
Kisses,
The Mom
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