Dylan,
You're flying home tomorrow night. Mom tells me you've been extra-fussy pretty much all week. I'm worried about how rough the flight will be for you since it's an evening flight. You'll be woken by every seat belt *ding* and every comment from the cap'n, and that's only if you manage to get to sleep in the first place.
I'm sorry for Mom that I'm not there to help, but at the same time I'm kinda glad to not have to go through it.
Remember, D: Nice Matters.
Dad
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