Being a baby is like Kwanzaa every day of the year. Why Kwanzaa? Because Christmas and Chanukah are so 2009...
My Dada and Papa’s wonderful friends keep coming over, holding me, burping me (sorry about the spit up) and giving me big, elaborate presents. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.
So, I extend my heartfelt thanks to all you gift-givers. And while you’re at it, my Dads wear a size 32x32 pant. Just sayin’.
Love Maxwell
P.S. Special shout out to Marla, Ebby and Alan for joining me for Saturday brunch — the formula was to die for.
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