Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Dear Papa Happy Birthday to you. That's what I'd sing if I could. But I can't even cry yet so don't push it.
Once again I'd buy you a card but until the girl scouts start selling cards from crib to crib this post will have to do.
They let girl scouts in here? Hurry Em put on one of those green uniforms and pretend you're a girl scout.
Dang, the nurse just burst my bubble only the big ones in the other room get the girl scouts. I can't even get you cookies Papa. :(
Well you'd all make me broke anyway between all of these birthdays and anniversaries. Sorry for the ADD. It must be from the steroids.
Love,
John Michael
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