Tessa and I are done. She was into status and having things and not at all into pretending and slinging mud and playing with dump trucks. She told me last week that she hated fire trucks and I thought that wasn't very cool at all. When she found out I lied about being seven we were already done anyway so who cares.
This is Mia and she can climb like a monkey which, as you know, is a super big thing with me. Mia and I went to a football game and played on the pole vault mats at the indoor track today and I think there was something there, I mean something that might have half a chance. I didn't tell her I was only 2 and I'm pretty sure her daddy told mine that she was 5, but at least I didn't blurt out the number 7 when anyone asked. I played dumb. Daddy's been teaching me how and more than one other mommy and daddy have said that I am learning from an expert.
I miss you, and I swear, if you move back here or we move near you I'll drop all these other girls I've been collecting since you left and remain yours forever.
