Monday, November 17, 2014


To my son Tommy,

Occasionally, I have no words that can reach you. No matter how hard I try, I cannot correct one of your misconceptions. The hardest part of an exchange like this is coming to grips that your logic may even win me over. Such is the case with baptism vs bath-tism. Your argument was "Do you see any baps in that picture?" Well no, no I don't. You win. Now watch daddy have a wine-tism with this black box of merlot.

Sincerely with love from your dad,

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