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Wish we weren't here: A postcard from the boy

Yesterday we (the kids and I) headed to the mall to pick up some things we needed, which thrilled two girls and tortured one boy.  I gave Sam my phone to play with while we shopped, hoping to soften the cruel and unusual punishment that mall shopping is for 11-year-old boys. Here's what I found in my email box this morning:

So noted.

{Bored at the mall? There's an app for that!}