Dear KiKi,
You go to Nursery School on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday AND Friday. No, you cannot stay home Fridays. I have gotten to the point where I really enjoy my free time. Sorry Charlie.
Love, Mom
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Dear Ghost Shows on TV,
I am a glutton for punishment. I scare easily. BUT! I can't stop watching you. I am addicted. You totally scare the pants out of me, but I can't stop watching.
Pantsless, Kat
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Dear LaLa,
Ok child, we need to get some things straight. Listen carefully. School clothes are for school. Dress up clothes are for Dress up. Play clothes are for play time. PJ's are for bedtime. Did you get that last one? PJ'S ARE FOR BEDTIME. No, you may NOT wear your school clothes, play clothes, or dress up clothes to bed. The sooner you get that into your five year old brain the happier we all will be. Promise.
At The End of Her Rope, Mom
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Dear Body,
I am really sorry for all the chocolate and pizza I have fed you latey. My hormones demand it. It can't be helped.
Oops, Kat
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Dear House,
Can you pack yourself? I mean, it isn't the actual packing that is the problem, it is the deciding what I am not going to need until we live in the next house.
Argh, Kat
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Dear Readers,
If you would like to play along, write your own letters and leave your link with Mr. Linky! Happy writing!
Love Ya Mean It,
Kat
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