On Friday, when we woke up, Lon felt my forehead. He told me that I felt warm, and he would take care of me this morning. He would make me breakfast and bring it to me in bed, then he would do my chores. Lon ran downstairs and pulled out the peanut butter, opened the fridge, got out the jam and made me a peanut butter sandwich. Lon climbed up on the counter and got the plate and brought it up to me. Lon was beaming, he was so proud of himself. Just a little peanut butter, a little jam.
Best. Sandwich. Ever.
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Lon is really growing up, and nicely too.
Grandma & Grandpa Andy
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