Letters

Dear Tadpole,

The title is Hakuna Matata, not comma pinata, and there actually is a song called Over the Rainbow, and trust me, it's not the song that you are asking for, which is actually called The Window (Yes, darthrami, THAT window. By Trout Fishing in America.)

And no. I know you like a little bit of change to spice up your life, but going to the men's washroom instead of the women's just because you want to see what it looks like is not authorized, sorry.

Love,
Your mum.


Dear Husband,

DON'T LAUGH. I remembered that I had gone grocery shopping with the rental car. I remembered which lane I had parked the bloody car in. I even remembered the make and colour of the car. IT'S NOT MY BLOODY FAULT IF A MEDIUM-SIZED GREY SEDAN LOOKS LIKE A ZILLION OTHER MEDIUM-SIZED GREY SEDANS.

I am improving, see? Hopefully one day I will get it right and stop trying to open random car doors in parking lots.

Yours forgetfully.
your wife.


Dear Honda,

Please to be making cars with a Bloody Obvious mechanism to open the trunk. This here car doesn't quite fit in that category. Try again.

rainette


Dear Froglet,

You're now officially on Summer Holiday. Yay? Please do not sulk. You will go back to school soon enough, trust me.

Love,
your mum.

ETA: PS: Also: next time you want to stomp your foot in rage? STAY AWAY FROM THE GROCERIES! You might hit the eggs again. yuck