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I promised myself I would skip to every-other-month monthly reporting so I'll spare you the twenty-five month sap, but I will tell you that when Jake and I were at the park on Wednesday, he found a little friend at the bottom of the sliding board and ran off with her (read: pulled her along by the hand) looking over his shoulder and waving, shouting "bye mommy, have fun atta park! see ya later! take care! be safe!".

Could you just die or what?