Dear Ho-Ho,
I’m sorry I was scared of you when you visited me at daycare. I forgot you were big. Your suit is red. I like pink better.
I am a good girl. Whatever Mom says I did, I didn’t do. Mia did it. Even though Mom says I’m lying. Like dumping all the juice mix in my cowboy hat. Mia held the hat. And when I hit her on the head, it was because she ran into my hand. And then she fell down. I didn’t push her.
When the tree fell down, it was because I pulled it with my hand, and when I tried to push it back, it didn’t do it. It kept going down. I told the tree it was bad for falling down. But Mom said it was my fault.
When Mom was working on her story, I helped. I pushed lots of buttons. Mom said that was bad, too. I think Mom gets mad for no reason sometimes. I told her I wanted to play my snowman game and that it was my turn to use the computer. She didn’t listen to me.
We visited my Grandma and Grandpa tonight, and they yelled at me too. I told Grandma that the puppy spilled her food. That puppy is magic. She doesn’t have to be in the house to make a mess.
I told you when you visited that I want a pink pony. Mom said that only good girls get pink ponies, and that I’m not a good girl. But it’s hard to be good when you’re three. And I’m a big girl that uses the potty now, so that should count for something. I’m trying very hard, and I think that sometimes what Mom says is bad is me being me. Besides, she doesn’t know it, but I can see her try not to laugh when I try to fix eggs for breakfast.
Ho-Ho, I hope that you can come visit me again. Don’t forget to bring my pink pony!
Love,
Rina
AUTHOR’S NOTE : I SO wish this was fiction. ;)