We celebrated my Dad's birthday at Aunt Leslie's House. We had cake with chocolate and chocolate frosting made to a rose on it. They had a trampoline and I bounced on it. I saw Powell and held him. Powell was so cute. I said "Powell, you're so cute" to him. Jack and I were bouncing on the trampoline with Powell and were playing deadman. In the morning of fathers day, it was the worst morning ever and I had the worst breakfast ever. In the night it was even better.
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