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Daddy’s Back From His Trip… Souvenir Time!

Saturday, November 9th, 2013

2 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

It is extremely uncommon for me to be away from you overnight. In fact, the last time I remember it happening was two years ago, when GM invited me to Detroit the first time.

My job typically doesn’t require me to travel, so with me being in Detroit for the past three days, it really occured to me how weird it is… to not see you for more than 12 hours at a time.

I think that’s why I wrote “It’s Like Talking To An Actual Human Being” the first night I was gone. It was so unnatural for me.

As I unlocked the front door to our house this evening, it was everything I hoped it would be:

Mommy greeted and kissed me right away, and there you were, jumping up and down, so excited I was back.

Of course, that didn’t last long, because then you asked me, “Daddy, you got a car for me?”

I had told you yesterday on the phone that I was working on getting a souvenir for you, which based on the fact I was visiting the OnStar and Buick headquarters, I hinted that I might be bringing you home a toy car.

Needless to say, you were thrilled to watch me open the huge convertible I was able to bring home, thanks to the help of one of my friends, Katie, I had met from my last trip to Detroit.

I told her, “My son is turning 3 a week from now. I would like to bring him home a souvenir/early birthday present. He’s not picky. Any toy car you have just laying around, it will be perfect.”

Katie did not disappoint.

Like with all your new toys, you initiated it by putting it through the Play-Doh torture center, as you did your Camaro recently. The show ended with you taking green Play-Doh and forming action figures of Mommy and yourself, to pop a wheelie in the car, at the edge of your Thomas the Train table.

A father bringing home his son a souvenir from his overnight trip is a given. I mean, I never thought about it until I arrived in Detroit.

In fact, part of my main agenda for the trip was to find and obtain a cool souvenir for you. I knew everything else would work itself out.

I was right. If I’m not mistaken, you’re sleeping with that huge convertible toy car as I write you this.





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