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She will never experience the thrill of "you've got mail"

I was working on a slide show for a little side project and in some ways it looks like a text message conversation and she locked onto this and wanted to have our own conversation. With Pen and Paper.

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“Lets’s do the text message thing”, she asked.

“No, go to bed”, I tell her.

She pulls her old “five more minutes” trick on her old dad and who am I to refuse a freshly bathed and squeaky clean child in a blue unicorn nightie? Not I.

So, we played “text message game” - just for five minutes.

Here’s the transcript:

Esperanza: Hey Dad! Can I have an Xbox?

Dad: WHAT!?!!!

Esperanza: Ok. Ok. What did you think?

Dad: Let me think about it. I thought about it. Ask your mom.

Dad: Dad loves you ♡. Also you have stinky toes. Just kidding. Good night.

Espy: EWWW! Hey! Phew. 5 min.

Until Next Time,

TH and Co.