Billy brought me a note the other day and asked me to mail it to Grandpa Brent. It was very small and I took a picture of it and asked if I could just email it. Billy was adamant that I mail it by the mailman.
Yeah. I don’t know where that small piece of paper went.
It didn’t go anywhere near a mailman.
So, Grandpa Brent, here you go …
And because sometimes I think this little one is saying, “Come on, Momma! Get your act together!” …
