Dear Miya,
If your biggest problem is that Daddy won't write your memoirs, then your life is pretty good. Please return when you have a legitimate issue that you want me to address with him. Besides, I thought memoir writing was my job.
Love,
Mommy
There is never a dull moment when Miya and Rhys are around. As a result, here I am recording all the crazy things my kiddies say and do. One letter at a time.
Friday, 20 June 2014
Karate
Dear Miya,
I must admit your endless list of excuses for your misdeeds never fails to impress. However, practicing karate is not a valid excuse for kicking your brother.
Love,
Mommy
I must admit your endless list of excuses for your misdeeds never fails to impress. However, practicing karate is not a valid excuse for kicking your brother.
Love,
Mommy
Mommy, Can I Eat That?
Dear Miya,
I am so glad that you share Mommy and Daddy's love of seafood. However, I think you are taking it a bit too far. As tempting as it is, I implore you, never eat a smashed up crab found on the beach. It will not end well.
Love,
Mommy
I am so glad that you share Mommy and Daddy's love of seafood. However, I think you are taking it a bit too far. As tempting as it is, I implore you, never eat a smashed up crab found on the beach. It will not end well.
Love,
Mommy
Bad Boy
Dear Rhys,
There is often truth to the idea that ladies are attracted to bad boys. However, I think you have misinterpreted what being a bad boy entails. Growling, biting and face grabbing is not going to get you a date with that little lady at the park.
Love,
Mommy
There is often truth to the idea that ladies are attracted to bad boys. However, I think you have misinterpreted what being a bad boy entails. Growling, biting and face grabbing is not going to get you a date with that little lady at the park.
Love,
Mommy
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