Hi, it’s me, your mama. I know you can’t read, but nothing else seems to be getting through to you. And if we’re being totally honest, I have as much luck getting you to listen to a letter I post on the internet as I do asking you something approximately ONE THOUSAND times. Anyway, let’s get to the point of this.
I am sick.
I know it’s hard to tell since seeing me vomit, the movie marathon, and daddy waking up to go get you lunch could mean anything, but no really, I am pretty sick.
This means I just really don’t want you to body slam me, pretend I’m a horse, or even kick your feet off my face.
NOW CALM DOWN, this doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore. It will be fine if you lay next to me.
O.K. well not next to me because I don’t like it when you pull my hair. No, I don’t need a pony tail like Moana. I am in fact not going to find the heart of Te Fiti (Tafiti? Goggle doesn’t even know!).
Also, while I really appreciated it when you were the doctor trying to make me better, I really don’t like wooden blocks pushed directly into my eyeballs so we’re done with that.
I mean fine you can lay in my lap, but just be still…. NO DON’T CALL THE DOG OVER PLEASE.
Fine you win.