Dear Squeaky,
It was, as usual, a joy to have you here for the past several days. You continue to be the mellow one who laughs easily, and it is great to watch you grow. I am especially impressed by your ability to speak fluid Klingon and wish I could understand it.

We finally have put all your dirty diaper bags into the garbage bags in the garage. Now we have to find out why the tires on Grandma's and Papa's cars are dissolving.

See you next week.

Papa loves you.