Hairy Boobs

Dear Miya,

If you want us to be able to follow your logic, then sometimes the things you say require further explanation.  An example from this evening:

Daddy:  "I can't go to the park with you and Mommy because I have to watch Rhys."
You:  "No, you have hairy boobs.  You have to go to the park with me."

This could go a lot of ways.  I will assume you meant that he can't feed the baby.  However, as I previously stated, further explanation is required to be sure.

Love,
Mommy

Karma

Dear Miya and Rhys,

Being the mom-in-the-grocery-store-with-two-crying-kids is awesome.  But, being the mom-in-the-grocery-store-with-two-crying-kids-who-doesn't-realize-that-her-breasts-are-leaking-all-over-her-shirt-until-she-gets-to-the-car is even better.  I believe in karma and because of this, I cannot wait until you two have children of your own.

Love,
Mommy

Piñata Fail

Dear Miya,

I love that you embrace your individuality and have the confidence to be yourself.  Most of the time.  In future, when you are at a party involving a piñata, the goal is to get lots of candy to share with Mommy for you to enjoy.  The goal is not to get all of the bubbles.  Furthermore, it probably wasn't necessary to put your angry eyes on every time someone got near your bag.  Trust me, no one wanted to steal your bubbles.

Love,
Mommy

Bee Stings

Dear Rhys,

I always fancied myself to be a mother who would do anything to protect her children.  That was until this summer.  You attract bees and wasps in large numbers.  Last week, one of them stung me.  It hurt a lot.  I suggest you stop seducing the bees with your sweet baby smell.  There is a finite number of stings I will endure before I surrender you to them.  Consider yourself warned.

Love,
Mommy