Dearest Daughters,
Sometimes we go days on end staring at our belly buttons.
Every once in awhile, lightning strikes.
Like last night. I was being addicted to Pinterest. Danjo was wreaking general havoc. And Babybel was sitting on the kitchen floor drinking a cup of milk, a mini Buzz Lightyear figurine in her hands.
"Mommy, I want Buzz Wings," she epiphanized.
"Okay. Put it on your Christmas list," which is my reply to most of your requests these days.
"No. You can make them."
And she was right.
So in two shakes of a lamb's tail we procured a take-and-bake pizza box (that's an important detail, because I don't want you to think I let you play with gross greasy cardboard) and we cut, stapled and colored our way "to infinity and beyond!"
Then, you spent an hour working on drawing Star Command buttons on the cardboard scraps.
How awesome are we?!
Awesome enough to defeat Emperor Zurg. I know THAT much.
Love,
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