The Note

I found this on my pillow when I went in my room to make my bed after breakfast.

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Talk about hitting me where it hurts!

My suspect list is short. Of my seven children, there are only a few that a) can write a note without asking me how to spell every third word; b) would use pink letters; and c) continuously followed me around the house this morning asking me when I was going to make my bed.

Stay tuned for more on this breaking story. (I can’t wait to see what’s next!)

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