If he calls me Watson one more time…
We told Cole the story of the painted tepee….I guess he thought we were going to shave a California Highway Patrol emblem in the back of his head.
No worries.
Happy Birthday Uncle Tommy.
They make infant tasers. Only side effect so far seems to be he sprung a leak. I will keep you posted.
Sometimes he gets his fingers mixed in with his cookies…like somebody else I know…

From the diary of Cole H. Powers, March 29, 2040
It was the hot summer of odd ’10 when I first found myself afraid of horses. I begged my mother to stop; to let me down. But she didn’t. It’s taken years of intense therapy, but I have gotten over my fear of horses…and dealt with my issues with my mother.
I don’t know what I would have done without dad.
His mom didn’t find it too funny, but stuffed Cole came with a baking soda holder (you can just pour it in the top of his head), so I filled him up and put him in the fridge.
The fridge never smelled so nice.
Every so often we dress Cole in all red and put him in a Heinz box. Then, we take him to the grocery store and put him on the shelf.
I know I heard a lot of laughing so finding a new grocery store is worth it.
Some people need to lighten up.
RK smuggled this picture out to us, but didn’t include a note. From what we gather, he has stolen a pair of shoes from the neighbor with the hope of getting some extra pedal power to get to our house…
We’re not sure what the jazz hands are for…
We’ll keep a light on for you buddy.
Cole, you came for me!
I sure did RK…I sure did…now hurry up and c’mon, I got a tunnel out of here…
I’m comin’ with you Cole, good buddy.
Hurry RK! There’s not much time.
Hold on, I need a drink.
Cole made it back, but we didn’t see RK. We’re not sure what went wrong…maybe it was the ten minute sippy cup break…but our thoughts are with you RK!
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