23 June 2013

by jkatejohnston

Dear Max,

Enzo:  “It’s getting toward the end of June.”

Me: “Yeah.”

Enzo: “How many days to my birthday?”

Me: “Um, seven, I think.”

Enzo: “What day is today?”

Me:  “Maybe June 24th?”

Enzo:  I’ve heard of July 24th. But that’s ridiculous.

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