Oh, my sweet twinkle toes. As much as I'm loving our standing two am date discussing various items such as bad dreams about you being a chicken who only laid one egg, itchy noses, mosquito bites and that vicious splinter you got from running around without your shoes on, I have to tell you that things are going to go downhill very quickly unless we reschedule for a more convenient time. Ian is not the least bit pleased about the aforementioned tricycle incident. The neighbors became concerned when I backed into the recycling bin so hard it flew into the street. And I certainly didn't enjoy this morning's orange juice after I had poured it into my cereal. I love you and I know that these are very serious psychological issues so I've taped a picture of mommy to your bedroom door. She is more then happy to address any concerns between the hours of 10pm and 7am.
Love,
Zombie Mama
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