Dear S. –

This morning, when you woke up, I said, “Good morning!” and you screamed, “I want my Daddy!!!”  and slammed the door in my face with a sneer.  Later, you proceeded to smear your poop all over the bathroom for the second day in a row despite my instructions for you to call for help when you are finished on the potty.  After spending a good amount of time bleaching down the bathroom and doing poopie laundry, I am left with this sincere wish:

I hope that in twenty years you love me dearly and come to visit often.

Love,

B.