Dear Bumma,
How about all my sugar sweetie.
My mom tells me all my sugars.
I want to color. Um, I like sugar.
Um, how about, um, oh my goodness.
Um, how about something else, all my sugars.
Love, Aris
(Typed by mommy)
P.S. tuhhghhghghghghghghghhhhhghhhhhghhgghhhhg yttytttttr
(She typed this all by herself)
P.S.S. She really wants to talk to you on the phone. Please call, lol :)
