Dear Sawyer,
You were helping me make chocolate peanut butter banana bread this afternoon, so you were standing next to me at the kitchen counter. You were on top of the step stool, which put you right at the height of the metal mixing bowl I was using on the counter. And as I mixed the batter, I watched out of the corner of my eye as you played with your reflection in the metal bowl: You were making silly faces, rolling your eyes and sticking out your tongue at yourself. It was such a cute, funny, sweet and innocent childhood moment and I held in my laughter so that I wouldn't interrupt it and make it end. I love your silly side, Sawyer!
Love,
Mom
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