You've Got Mail

March 29th, 2009: In which The Littlest Edward sorts my mail--and gets a few things of his own.



"It's a journal!" he said, his face lighting up. I was biting my lip, desperate not to scream SCRAPBOOK SCRAPBOOK SCRAPBOOK! or laugh like a hyena. You know. Either one. Maybe both. "I can really use one of these," he said. "I have a lot of feelings, you know. Some self-expression would probably do me some good."


















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