Dear Hayden,

Lately, and only once in a while, you call yourself, “The Hayden” and it cracks us up.

It usually sounds like this:

“The Hayden will not be judged!”

“Don’t mess with The Hayden!”

“The Hayden is here!”

Anyway, while we were in California, I told Uncle Jon and Auntie Kim about this new name that you have for yourself. They thought it was HILARIOUS. So Uncle Jon has taken to calling himself “The Dad, Great Uncle of The Hayden” even when he is leaving notes for his family about where he will be hiking (which he does with a dry erase marker on the microwave each morning). Auntie Kim sent me a picture of it today! I was thoroughly amused.

Love you,
Mama

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