You know how Chef always says there’s no such thing as too much garlic? How I chop and chop and he tells me to get more, to crush it just so? Tonight I snapped. “I hope garlic crushes you!” I exclaimed. And then a trippy blur, like a cartoon dream sequence. Next thing I know, Chef and I are surrounded by garlic cloves the size of boulders. He still seems excited about how great his sauce will be. Sigh.
I’m on my way home, but the journey will take me a long time at this size. Please keep an eye out for your itty-bitty husband.
Love,
Darrin
Last night I heard you say a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. You must be struggling without Dad! I love my bike, but the other kids say I’m slow and ride off without me. So I took it to the fish. It was scary at first, hard to breathe, but the fish told me to relax and I did. They all took turns with my bicycle and I got to ride on the handlebars. It was the best day ever. I think I’ll stay here. You won’t miss me much, since I’m not yet a man.
Love,
Benny
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