Dear Gideon,
You and I are two of a kind. I always forget just how much until we take a car trip together.
You made a playlist for the trip. Of course you did.
In addition to the expected trap crap you and Dominic like, you pulled out The Monkees, The Beatles and Tears for Fears.
Also NEIL DIAMOND.
“Sweet Caroline.” Sweet Jesus!
I couldn’t believe it.
We bah bah bahhhhed loudly down I-75. It was great.
Our bladders got full at the same time.
We chose the same flamin’ hot snacks.
We reached for the Clorox wipes at the same time.
When we got to where we were going, we both had to unpack right away.
We ordered basically the same meal at the barbecue place.
Then we both died at Wal-Mart when I was trying to drive the electric cart.
Sexy, I know.
I’m sorry for nearly mowing you down all those times. I’ve never used one of these things before.
At least you always knew where I was thanks to the beeping. (Like a bell on a cat collar.)
Anyway, I’m glad to be spending quality time with you again.
Love,
Mama
Observe and report 
I love your mask.
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Thank you! It’s perfect for this time of year.
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