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Off he goes...

I'm putting this handsome young man on a plane today.

All by himself.

It's only an hour flight.

He's ten years old, and has told me NUMEROUS times "I can handle it, Mom."

But he's just a baby...

Take good care of him, Steve and Lorraine.

Don't let him sit in front of a screen the whole time.

He is used to a snack at 10:00 and 3:00.

If he gets a headache, he can take one ibuprofin.

He's really really funny - but if you let him know it, he'll repeat whatever he did to make you laugh eight thousand times.

You've been warned.

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  1. Anonymous2:36 PM

    Do I detect some apprehension, Mom ?
    It's a scary world out there when they begin to stretch their wings isn't it ...
    Don't worry our prayers will travel with him :)
    Love you
    G'ma (Mom)

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  2. Was that today he was coming or tomorrow??

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  3. Umm, he'd darn well better be at your house as we speak! =)

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