I got a good chuckle out of one of Bethany's writings from early September:
Mom,
I am glad you take care of our home.
That's why I am writing this poem.
You love me more than the amount of boats that have sunk.
You love me more than the nasty smell of a skunk.
I am glad you're my mom! You're the best!
I love you more than any old test!
Love,
Bethany
