Dear Lincoln,
You love to name everything, or at least tell me what everything is named. I love to listen to it. For the most part. (Grin). Today I heard the famous piano chime of The Entertainer; playing it's catchy 20 seconds and then repeating and I knew that the ice cream truck was coming. The sound grew and then it came into sight. You went running to the screen door and started yelling, "Truck! Truck! That's a truck!" I affirmed. "Yes, that's an ice.." I pause. Oh No. I almost told you what was stored in that precious truck. Was it too late? I pictured your reaction and desire for ice cream and how I would have to protect you from it as we embraced summer's arrival. Before I could decide what more to say, you repeated back all that I had mentioned. "That's a truck. That's uh. uh. ice truck." (grin). I affirmed again with a nod of the head. "Uh huh. That's an ice truck."
Labeling Lincoln, I love you.
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