Dear Son,
Well . . . it is done. Yesterday you partook in a real right of passage for American children. (thats almost a sad statement . . . one day youll understand why) You had your first Happy Meal from McDonald's - which is an odd thing really. I'm not such a big fan of McDonald's, but we happened to be there, and it just seemed wrong to deny you something that I loved as a child myself. To be honest, you seemed much more interested in the fruit cup I had packed for you - but you did manage to pack your mouth full of french fries. :)
You're growing up little one.
Much too fast.
I love you
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A collection of one single Mom's images and musings in simple letters to her new baby boy, beginning before he was ever born, continuing day by day.
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Before long, everytime you pass the golden arches, he will scream, "I am hungry! I want to go to McDonald's." Believe me.
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