A Note to My Youngest Child


If you really want to pop the top on the shredded Parmesan cheese and “drink” it down, you might want to make sure you aren’t standing in front of the dining room window where your mother can see you. Just a thought, honey.

And, no, quickly hiding under the table when I run in the house will not cause me to believe that it wasn’t you.


Your loving and ever-surprised Mother

Ella is Hot

Once upon a time there was a little boy who loved a little girl. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so one day during art time in Pre-K, he wrote her a card. He used pink construction paper, covered it in hearts, and bared his true feelings.

Here is a photocopy of that expression of puppy love:

It was very important to Daryl that Ella know:

1) He loved her
2) He thought she was “hot”
3) He considered her his girlfriend

This was all news to Ella. The teacher read it to her after thoughtfully copying it for me. Ella’s response was, “Well, I think Daryl might have a crush on me.”

I showed it to Daryl yesterday, three and a half years later. He doesn’t remember it. He doesn’t even remember Ella. Ahh, young love is so fickle.