Noah Paul,
This letter is to inform you that your level of cuteness is an unfair advantage. When you came over batting your huge blue eyes and laying your head on my hand (nice touch by the way) only to ask in a voice that I can only imagine has been derived from the song of angels, "Sum chocwate milk pweese." It was too much.
You got the milk because of the please, and because of your cuteness, if you would have asked for the head of the dog to use as a kick ball I would have given you that as well.
Sincerely, Your Mother
(who never had a chance)
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