REPLY: Hit!!

You got a hit on me, you little stinker! My shot: E2. I can't believe you got a hit on me finally. But I'm not trying to be rude, because I did say "finally". Little Balen got a jack. A little orange one of mine. Now he has his nuk. Well, by the way I did bring something in that’s not a toy: a letter from you. I explained about it and I didn’t tell the story. I explained it was special to me. And I showed the picture to everybody. By the way I haven’t been keeping up with how many you’ve been sending. I have 5 of your letters. A “U”, “R”, “ALL” with arrows, “N”, and “M” with an eye. Hmmm, what could it be? Is it URNMY? I have no idea. Can you give me a hint? Because I definitely need a hint. Could it be “RUN MY” something? Maybe it’s “RUN MY GIRL” or “RUN MY DAUGHTER”. And we’ve been forgetting about that chain! My daddy says we should do something else than one chain each day, and then tearing it up when you get home. My daddy says no. He says on the weekends do all of them for that week. I have less than 2 minutes left. I wish I had more time. Balen’s playing two songs at once. Now only one is playing. Now the same one is starting over again. Man, I wish I could go faster so I could play stinkin’ old Viva Piñata. And I wish I could see Daddy play Viva Piñata. There’s new animals I’ve heard about on Viva Piñata. Eaglair, Buzzenge, and Candary. I have to be stinkin’ old done. Goodnight Mommy. I love you.

Love,
Abigail