Dear Mom,

I know you're supposed to do mom things — to keep me safe, make me sandwiches with no crust, to (constantly) wash my dirty clothes. But what if, instead, we took chances together. What if we ate a local pizza place so much it became "our place." Or instead of standing in front of the washing machine for an hour every night, you and I went and did something that made our clothes dirty! A long ride through the city, for example, pointing out all the places where you grew up.
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P.S. Bike rides always involve ice cream at the halfway point. :)