When you came out for the fourth time last night, well past your bedtime, after Dad and I threatened no shows the next night if you came out again, I knew you had a plan.
The first thing I saw after the living room door creaked open was this note, waiving like a surrender flag.
Before I could read it, I knew you wrote it on the dark by the light of your portable Pikachu light.
My heart got all warm. I wanted to be firm but I already knew I lost. My instinct (which I didn’t act on) was to ask for a high five because seriously, at 5 you know how to play the game and you won that round.
I love you, too.