A skunk just sprayed near our daughters room and Sofia came running out of bed to inform me of the injustice. "I don't know why that skunk is living near our room. He should find a new house."
Tomorrow morning we are going to write Mr. Skunk a letter explaining just this. Sofia has promised to include a note.
Also we will be writing a note to Lulu. "Lulu who I asked?" "The coffee shop Mama," Sofia replied with heavy eyes as we gathered in the bathroom waiting for tiny Kirra perched upon her Elmo seat to announce she was done "going potty." I looked puzzled so Sofia, who does not forget anything even though she is not yet four, continue "They shouldn't take so long getting your coffee so we should write them a note."
Okay two note pads are set up ready to go:
Dear Mr. Skunk & Dear Lulu's Coffee Shop
These are the nights when a 9 pm bedtime is not frustrating but unbearably sweet.
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