Dear Brooklyn,
After you broke your arm, your sweet teacher came by our house to see how you were doing.
She also brought a note from you class telling you to get better quick with a bunch of cute little five year old John Hancocks and a gift card to Baskin Robins/Dunkin Donuts.
So today we met your dad in Tucson and decided to grab an early dinner: ice cream and donut holes. Yum.
We left with our bellies stuffed and sugar coursing through our veins. It was fabulous.
I think every childhood should have a couple of ice cream dinners mixed in with those hospital stays.
Now, let's hope the sugar high wears off by bed time, right?
I love you.
Sincerely, Mom
