Dear LaLa,
I understand that what you are wearing used to be a dress, but it shrank in the wash and is now so short that the only way you can wear it is as a shirt. I don't care if you are going to wear tights under it! If you bend over the bottom of the "dress" comes halfway up your bum and there is no way on earth I am letting you out of the house like that! So, go put on a pair of jeans under it and then you may wear it. Sorry, I know you are anti-jeans but it is just too damn bad.
Love, The Woman You Call Mum Who Won't Let You Out of the House Looking Like A Stripper
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Dear LaLa,
I don't know what your obsession with playing in the bathroom sink is about but you need to stop it. I have little bits of wet toilet paper stuck everywhere like spitballs and it is really ticking me off. Quit.
Love, That Woman You Call Mum Who is Constantly Yelling at You to Get Out of the Bathroom
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Dear LaLa,
I am so proud of you! Well done on the class award for Maths. You are so smart!
Love, Mom
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Dear LaLa,
I would like to get out of the house on time this morning so please turn off the Wii and put your shoes on like I have told you 50 million times.
Love, Mom
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Dear Readers,
If you have a Dear So and So...post that you would like to link up, please do.
Weekend Safety Briefing: Have Fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Love, Kat
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Friday, November 19, 2010
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