Dear Headache,
Thanks so much for finally going away. SIX DAYS LATER.
stabbily yours,
Caroline
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Dear Danny's ears/nose/throat/etc.,
What the trash? That's it. You're seeing the allergist next week, and those tonsils will be coming out asap.
love,
your more so than usual sleep deprived mother
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Dear Thaddeus,
Paige is NOT your girlfriend. I don't care if she says you're hunky. You are SEVEN. Also: your fauxhawk is looking sweet.
love,
Mom
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Dear Blayne,
You are cute. I like you. We should have a mommy/daughter date. And by mommy/daughter date, I mean, just us should hit the grocery store and Blockbuster.
xoxo,
Mom
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Dear Taylor,
You say the craziest things, and it cracks me up. I am also enjoying your "Valentine phase" in which you only dress in things that are Red. Pink. Purple. Hearts. And Flowers. But not all the flowers, because some of them are blue or orange and those are not Valentines colors.
love,
Mom
