Over the weekend Wyeth didn't want me to see what he was doing. So he asked me to write a note. To me. Asking me to not go into this room. So, the dutiful mother that I am, I wrote my OWN 'do not enter' sign. To his credit, he dictated.
"Mom, do not look at what Wyeth is doing."
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