Dear Tiny,
You and I traveled on a plane today; we both got a little shut-eye and then you decided to do a little moving around and kicking me in the bladder at 30,000 feet. How about chilling out on the bladder-kicking, mmmk? Especially when I'm in a middle seat!
Tonight I ate Chicago deep dish pizza with Nana. I hope you liked it as much as I did. Holy smokes.
Love,
Mama
