Something has got to change. I mean it. I'm only 33 years old...I'm not meant to have this many grey hairs. Also, I'm pretty sure the neighbors don't appreciate the yelling they hear coming from this house.
So, I've been thinking about how you can be my big helper, and we can try to make the grey hairs and the yelling come to an end.
Let's talk about your relationship with the dog. I'm pretty sure she doesn't appreciate being blamed when you have an accident in your pants because you're too lazy to put your toys down and go to the bathroom. So please, I don't want to hear, "Ty's a naughty dog, she peed my pants" ever again. Okay?
Next, I really, really did not enjoy walking into the kitchen last week to find the floor, yourself, and the dog completely covered in flour. Dumping flour on the dog because you were, as you put it "making it snow on Ty" is not okay. I realize we're getting excited for Christmas, but it is NEVER okay to flock the dog!
Now, finally...I know you're a pretty smart girl. That's why I need you to get it into your head, that no matter now many times you try, you cannot fit the contents of your 16 oz. water bottle into the lid! So PLEASE quit trying to pour the water out of the bottle and into the lid so you can use it for a tiny cup. I'm sick of slipping in the water puddles you leave all over the tile.
I'm sure this isn't the last such letter I'll have to write, but my fingers don't have enough energy today to address EVERY issue you and I need to discuss - so let's just start here - shall we?
With All My Love,
They greying, yelling stressed out one - your mom.
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