Dear Lucy and Desmond,
Oh darling Desmond, you’re borderline obsessed with tiny superhero figures right now. The Guys are the focus of your days. To think that six months ago we didn’t know if you would ever leave our legs. Now, not only do you happily play alone, but you also make up so many stories with Mr. Freeze and Penguin that they have become part of the rhythm of our days. (When we’ve made the mistake of letting you sleep with some of the guys, we’re awoken by indignant screaming when you can’t find them, since they are tangled in the sheets of your bed.) Today, at the thrift store, Daddy found you a tiny Hulk figure who moves his muscled arms up and down. You clutched it to your chest like a long-lost child, closed your eyes, and said, “Thank you so much, Daddy.” It seems that 42 cents can make happiness sometimes.