The other day I found a curious sealed envelope on Jafta’s dresser. I started opening it and he grabbed it out of my hand and threw it in the trash. He seemed embarrassed. So, like any nosey concerned mother, I fished it out of the trashcan when he wasn’t looking. This is what I found: 
Oh snap. IT STARTS. I’ve got my eye on that Sumantha and her pretty brown har. Meanwhile, I happened upon India writing sentences with her Banagrams, and this is what I found: 
What the . . . ?? I am so not ready for this kind of behavior. I am telling you right now, I am going to be a basket case by the time these children enter their teenage years.
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