Saturday, November 21, 2009

"Daddy, why am I in a wheelchair?"

Dear Daddy,

The flight from SF to Houston was great. Thank you for letting me
sleep peacefully on your lap. And those bottles you gave me during
takeoff and landing, Mommy would have been proud! But seriously,
what's up with the wheelchair you put me in when We landed? When I
travelled with Mommy, she didn't lose my stroller. Oh, it's the
airlines fault you say. There's always an excuse with you silly Daddy.
Well, I guess the .5 mile wheelchair ride from the gate to baggage
claim was pretty fun and I'm sure my city mini stroller will turn up
eventually. And hey, if this is the worse thing that happened to me in
the entire week that you've been taking care of me alone, we should
consider ourselves lucky.

XOXO,

Rosalie

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