Toilet Paper

Dear Miya,

I greatly respect the passion with which you debate your beliefs with me.  However, some of the beliefs you hold are simply incorrect and not worth debating.  For example, being three does not mean that you must use three wads of toilet paper every single time you use the toilet.  More often than not three is way too much.  Can you imagine if Daddy was in there using 34 wads of toilet paper simply because he's 34?  Mother Earth just shed a tear at the wastefulness of that hypothetical situation.  With all of this in mind, please stop debating toilet paper usage with me every time that you use the toilet.  Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

Love,
Mommy

Miya in February 2013

The Dinosaur

Dear Miya,

Currently, Pytosaur is the name you are using to refer to the dinosaur you and Aunty Suzie created out of Jenga tiles.  Over the last 24 hours, he has been known by many names all starting with "P" and ending in "-saur".  My personal favourite was a name you coined as you were putting the final touches on the dinosaur's extremely long tail.  Aunty Suzie will confirm that Pornosaur was what you so proudly named your completed masterpiece.

Love,
Mommy

"Pornosaur"

The Noise

Dear Miya,

I have completed a thorough investigation and I can say with certainty that the source of the noise was a faucet that hadn't been turned off properly.  If it's any consolation, I was really hoping that your theory was correct.  A penguin waddling around the house would have been way more fun!

Love,
Mommy

Rhys Stays

Dear Miya,

Even though the novelty of a baby brother has worn off for you, our decision to bring Rhys into our lives was a permanent one.  Therefore, the answer is no, we are not going to the doctor to have Rhys put back into my tummy.

Love,
Mommy

Sister and brother fun in the sand in Hawaii