Dear Isaac,
You keep asking me for apple pie. This, by itself, is funny, because as far I know you have never had apple pie. Today, however, when you asked for it, and I told you I didn't have an apple pie, you suggested that we "go to Grandma's house". Clearly the stereotype that grandmas bake has penetrated your peer group. Or maybe you just know you can get whatever you want at Grandma's house.
Love,
Mommy
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