Dear Bryson,
I know that you think that if you can't see me I can't see you... but I do see you when you are sneaking your passy out of your crib and hiding in the corner. And you are still going to get into trouble after you hit your sister, or make a big mess of the newspaper on the floor... Cause I can still see you, even if you pretend to not be there! But I still love you!
Love, Mom
xoxoxo
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