Not sure why I save some things. Glad I did with this one, though.
From Luke, after I left him some candy one day when he was about … who knows? Maybe 4. Or 5? Old enough to know to erase that first extra “o,” though. And add one later, it looks like.
That’s my boy. (Dang. He’ll be 18 in November.)
Anyway, as far as sour things go … can’t blame him.