Here is one of Kyle's emails to me:
"Hello mr. R. how are you? I am fine. Here is a picture of my little brother.
Write me back.
I didn't expect soliloquies on summer heat, essays on missed friendships, or fictional accounts of adventures at the swimming pool, but I never expected this from Kyle.
I think I will email him back and see if I can get him involved in captioning. What would this baby be saying?
"Give me the remote control to the television. I am the Remote Master!!"
"Help! Pull my finger out of the electrical socket!"
"Bring me Kyle! I must speak to him NOW!"