Birthday letter

Dear Thomas,

You are two! You are two, although you have been telling everyone who asks that you are actually three. This year you have learned to walk, run, dance, climb up bookcases, and explain yourself. ("No, I will not sit on that chair to please you. I will stand up on it instead." "You know what? I really, really love you.")

You are more wonderful every day. You love people, but are happy to play alone. Not much scares you, and you are not one to back down. You are daring and generous. Ladies who just looove little children give you the prickles, especially if they are wearing a lot of sweet flowery perfume.

You like coffee, mussels, and turmeric. You are your own man. We can't wait to see what happens next.

Lots of love, dearest Mongoose,

Mama.