12 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

On Sunday afternoons, I have learned to keep the camera ready, as I never know what kind of wacky way you might find to entertain yourself and your sister.

You decided to compile all the slime, ever, on our kitchen table; and then, using scissors, you performed surgery on the thing.

Some of the slime was bought in a store. Some was home-made, based on kits you received as gifts. Some slime had little bumpy morsels in it.

When combined, it became a magical and disgusting blob.

A great time was had by all!

Love,

Daddy