Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Boy. You raise a kid to always tell the truth and they tell it to everybody.

Dear Daughter,

Fine.

Bring your own cola.
Bring your own water.

Nobody would ever have known if you hadn't tattled.

Snitcher.

I know I taught you to ALWAYS tell Mommy everything. I didn't know it would backfire on me like this, with you telling everything to EVERYBODY.

Now I don't feel so bad about putting the cheap crackers in the empty-for-a-zillion-years Ritz box.

Sucker.

Love,
Mommy

P.S. Please don't tell Dad. I've still got him fooled.