Dear Brooklyn,
Once apon a time we went to Mike and Camilles house.
And you got your own bowl of ice cream.
And you loved it.
And devoured it.
And thought your life couldn't get any better.
And then it was all gone.
And you thought your life was over.
And then Mike broke out some mini Reese's eggs.
Could it be true?
Yes! Yes! It is true!
And life was good again.
And you no longer wonder why your dad calls you "chubs".
The End.
Sincerely, Lori
