Dear Eddie,
Happy Father’s Day! Yeah, you aren’t my daddy (gross), but you are my baby daddy.
You helped me make these two:
But let me tell you: They challenge me. Regularly.
You know my favorite Christmas special? Let me help you: It’s “The Year Without a Santa Claus.”
I feel like Mother Nature with Heat Miser and Snow Miser.
I’ll explain.
They are old enough to handle Father’s Day on their own, but ignorant enough that I felt they needed reminders. And it had to be over text so you wouldn’t know.
But, as you know, they fought Friday night. As you also know, Gideon holds a grudge.
So this was the exchange yesterday:
Not only am I bothered by the unfortunate and consistent lack of punctuation and correct capitalization, I’m outraged at the fighting over text.
I know today ultimately will be a good day for you (I’ve got some things in reserve to make sure), but I wanted you to know what happened behind the scenes.
We still made it snow in Southtown.
Love,
Mother Nature (aka Yo’ Baby Mama)
Observe and report 
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