My Friends Are All Around Me

My Friends Are All Around Me

Dear Dad, I think I need a few more stuffed animals. Please stop laughing…I’m serious. I don’t think I have enough. Sure, there are enough to cover my entire bedroom floor. Sure, my current collection features several unused (but not unloved) stuffed cuties. But I need more! Just think about it: If I’m playing five little monkeys I need Alex the alligator/dinosaur, Rover the dog, zebra, grey bunny, brown dog, yellow duck (with baby duck), kangaroo, and old dog (because…

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Hidden Object Game

Hidden Object Game

Dear Dad, I have a fun game to share with you. First, though, you have to promise not to tell Mom. That would spoil it. The game is this: take small objects and move them around the house. It sounds simple, and probably silly, but once you start thinking about it you’ll find it is a game that fosters cunning and creativity. For example, I can move a Sorry card from the box on the game shelf to the upstairs…

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We’ve got a runner

We’ve got a runner

Dear Dad, I love to run. I love it when you run with me. Sometimes, you say you don’t want to run. If I want to run, then I know you will run with me. All I have to do is start running as fast as I can and eventually you will run after me. It’s great! I love running with you! Think of the health benefits, Dad. I’m helping you to get in to shape when I run for…

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Twist and Shout

Twist and Shout

Dear Dad, Mom can be really funny sometimes. I mean, it’s a joke that she signed me up for dance class, right? Just try to imagine me in an environment where I’m supposed to listen and participate when directed. What a laugh. At the start it was sort of fun. There were other kids, I was in a new place, and mom was there participating (I loved watching her try out all the steps!) Then, it was less fun. We were…

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A Method to My Madness

A Method to My Madness

Dear Dad, In case you didn’t already know, I am a genius. I have figured out how to get mom to do whatever I ask! I’m going to let you in on my strategy: start early, and don’t let up. For example, this morning I got mad about the following things before breakfast: Mom put toothpaste on my toothbrush Mom gave me the wrong toothbrush Mom tried to leave the bathroom Mom tried to put me down I wanted pancakes…

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Good Day Sunshine

Good Day Sunshine

Dear Dad, It seems like the sun is up more and more these days. I love it! I’ve written a sonnet to celebrate (I know! I think I’m a genius, too): It’s five a.m., I am ready to play I am wide awake staring at the walls It is still dark out, not yet a sun ray “But I am awake,” my restless mind calls I can’t wait for my feet to hit the ground It feels like the world’s…

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Food for thought

Food for thought

Dear Dad, As you may have noticed, I can be particular about food. That’s not to say I’m a fussy eater. I’m not. I love food. I even sometimes try the weird looking bites you wave in my face. (I reserve the right to spit anything back out. In your hand, or on the table…I’m really not trying to get it on the plate.) You should be grateful for a daughter like me. Given my general ease with food, I expect…

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Not going to happen

Not going to happen

Dear Dad, There has been a lot of talk lately about using the potty. We have read books about the potty. We have watched shows about the potty. You bought a special potty for me at the store. I have even gone pee pee in the potty a few times. You need to know, though, that I will not be using the potty. Ever. You will be changing my diaper for the rest of your life. I love my diaper. I…

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Who needs it?

Who needs it?

Dear Dad, For the 1,000,000,000th time, I don’t want to nap! Why do you continue this charade? Nap time is a daily struggle for all involved (but mostly for mom.) Every day I debate with Mom about whether it is nap time. I argue that it is not dark outside, therefore it is not time to sleep. Then we negotiate the number of books we will read (I’ve gotten up to three. I know I can get more…just give me time.) Sometimes…

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How dare you deny me?

How dare you deny me?

Dear Dad, I love TV. And the iPad. I LOOOOOVE them. I want to spend all day every day watching them. Why do you and mom deny me this pleasure? Sure, I become strangely unresponsive and zombie-like as I unblinkingly watch the screen. That shouldn’t concern you. You could be taking advantage of the quiet, using the time to do your own zombie stare at an electronic device. (I would suggest doing things like cooking my food, or cleaning the house,…

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