Letter to Mort Twain

Hi Morty,
I actually dread the moment when Mollie says, "I'm moving to my own place dad." This morning she crawled into bed with me and watched TV for a little bit. We were both laughing at these goofy cartoons on the great, great, baby sitter, known as...cartoon network. In regards to your concerns about whether or not Mollie would like a doll like you described, I can tell you that she would love a fancy doll and understands the difference between those, and lets say, Brats. My sister bought her a doll called American Girl or something like that--an expensive handmade porcelein job that came with all kinds of accessories. Mollie put it up on her shelf and would play with it carefully. The doll came with 2 pets---a black kitten and a white puppy, appropriately named Licorice and Coconut. Those pets, although part of the doll entourage, have been in the tub too many times to mention. Whatever you send her, she would love. Would you mind sending her a picture of you and Sue either with the doll or just at anytime soon? We want her to associate gifts with the people that send them. She still has the pink rabbit you gave her which has been through all kinds of torture. Also, we still have the Trickster Rabbit scroll, which we take down from a high shelf from time to time. I think of all the gifts she has gotten, something about the written word has been very special. When we read to her--especially if it's made for her--it's really magic. I'm now writing stories for her to read at bed time. (As opposed to me just winging it.)
Mollie's Godparents stopped by our apartment after not being around for a year or more, but we always had a picture of them in her room so she'd recognize them and be able to associate any gifts from them, or even phone conversations, to a visual image.
The pajamas in the pumkin pick are Mollie's favorite. They have little duckies on them--unlike Aetna Insurance tie duckies, which were meant to relay middle management aspirations.