raspberries

Dear Bird,

You are blowing a lot of raspberries lately (by the way -- your father had never heard the term "blowing raspberries," and was very confused why I referred to the farting sound you made with your mouth (and drool) as a fruit).

Dear Bone,

You ate over 1/2 of the above raspberry coffee cake this morning (and you would have eaten the whole thing, had I allowed you). I was (very) surprised your stomach did not ache.

Love,

Mama