Okay, I know that's a baseball saying that means a pop fly is as easy to catch as a can of corn falling off the shelf, but I thought it was funny for this picture. Grandma and Papa brought corn on the cob for dinner tonight and I loved it. She put tons of butter on it and even with my four teeth, I ate it all up. Paxson didn't like it....he just doesn't like the look of things even if they taste good.
Thank you again to Grandma and Papa for helping Mommy get us down for bed tonight while Daddy's on business. We love you so much!!
Love,
Larki
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