Dearest silly little L,
You are a goofball. In the best of ways. As I was getting you ready for your nap today, you began to frantically repeat, "Gung-ung! Gung-ung! Gung-ung!". I was confused. What is a "gung-ung"? I look around your room, searching for anything to help me decipher your crazy talk. Gung-ung? I look at your bed. I see your blankie. I see your pillow. I see your Benji bear. I see your elmo. I do not see your glow worm. "Glow worm?" "Gung-ung!" Excitement lights your face. I have discovered what a "gung-ung" is.
J, we are going to skip you today. Why? Because as I write this you are screaming and whining uncontrollably. Angry because Dada took off your diaper downstairs and made you walk up the stairs naked to the bath. An hour ago. Even though you are giving Mommy a headache with your never-ending tantrum, I still love you. I just want you to know that.
Love,
Mommy
