The Iron Anniversary
Dear Little George,
Mama and Daddy have been married for six years today. The sixth anniversary is the iron anniversary and, because of that, Daddy got me a car. You see, I don't currently have a car and I've never been particularly fond of cars - until last week when, for reasons I don't even understand, I fell in love with a white mustang...
Of course we have this whole Bay Area mortgage thing and a baby on the way so buying a new mustang would be pretty impractical. It was rented for the day. We had a good time driving it around. Unfortunately, Simon fell in love with the thing. Luckily, the Feefadders brought their new car over when they came to babysit. Their car is pretty cool too, which lessoned the blow of losing the mustang.
You and Daddy and I went out for cheese, meat, and chocolate fondue while Simon and the Feefadders swam, played, and ate.
It was a very good day.
Love,
Mama