t, and learned to read even better now that it is my second year knowing how to read. I like to think that the Fruit, in its second year, has grown a lot and become wiser for it. The Fruit, as a newly crowned two year old, can now eat with a spoon, run for president, and build a pipe bomb. Baby Fruit is growing up so fast. I love you all, have fun with this one. [If this is one of your first fruits or you read only a reasonable amount of this newsletter, sorry for this.]