Dear LittleDude,
Sometimes, you're a little hypocritical. But it's cute, so we let it slide. Here's how it happened.
Scene: LittleDude and Mommy are playing with race cars on a very elaborate race track they have constructed on LittleDude's bedroom floor. (For the record, LittleDude began this construction process when he was supposed to be napping.)
LittleDude (after watching Mommy crash the cars): No, Mama! You a bad driver!
Mommy: I'm sorry! Can I try again?
LittleDude: No! I do it! (LittleDude proceeds to crash the cars himself.) Good job, cars!
I love you.
Love, Mommy
