Dear Elsie,
Daddy carried a dresser on his back in your honor. We found it in the University Family Housing trash. An excellent find that we are going to use as your change table, Kitten. Are you thrilled? Unfortunately, it wouldn’t fit in the car. And don’t think we didn’t try from every angle. Cause if there’s anyone who can figure out the geometry of making things fit (is that geometry?), it’s your daddy. I’ve seen him navigate couches like nobody’s business! But not here. It just wouldn’t go. So the dresser had to go on his back or mine. He bravely offered his torso. I think he was secretly dying to show off his Olympian strength. As he put it, it was his first purely physical act for his child. That would be you, Elsie Cat!
But he was pretty tired afterward. Like, yesterday in LA, I turned my back for a few seconds to look at the kites, and Daddy was down.
Don’t worry, Kitten, we will fly kites together, with or without Daddy. Hopefully with! Sometimes a man just needs to recup recoup!
We still have a couple weeks to train!
Love love, Mama
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Way to go! A dresser from the trash retrieved herioically makes a much better story–potential literature–than one delivered from the store!
recup or recoupe or recoup? Love imagining the whole thing, including Simon doing his first purely physical act for his child…technically I would say it was his second, but mom might get mad for my inference there
love you
i think recoup wins.
thanks sis!
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