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Heather B. Armstrong | October 15, 2010

Yesterday Marlo turned sixteen months old. If I were still writing monthly newsletters this one would have gone like this:

Dear Marlo,

Yesterday you turned sixteen months old, you evil, ringwormed, pock-faced, canker-sored, chipped-toothed, screaming contagium.

Love,
Mama

P.S. You light up our lives.

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