When my Mom visited this past Christmas she brought along some of the MANY notes I had written her when I was a kid. (I voiced most of my grievances in written form then would place said correspondence in a mailbox that I had created for her bedroom door. Shocker? Not so much.)
This one’s my favorite. I wrote it when I was 8 years old, just four months after my baby sister was born:
I think your very unfair. (If I do say so myself. I clean my room, Grandma says it is very neat. She said your were picky too. First you like Taryn better then me. If you don’t like me why don’t you say so? Secondly you always hate the way I clean my room. That ain’t fair.
Mom, I love you very much. But I don’t think that you are always fair.
1. I think you and I should try to get along better.
If you like these rules singn her
And return to Kylee