Dad hurry home so you can sing me the "go cubs go" song. I miss laying on the floor and listening to you sing to me. Mom does this for me, but she is not nearly as good as you are AND she never plays the cubs song. Mom and I are having a great time at grandma's while you are gone, but I miss our father-son bonding time. I am counting down the days until Friday...
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