The Attack of Bratzilla and the Green Crayola
Dear Marge,
Something happened a few nights ago that had a lot of my favourite things in it: you (not that you’re a “thing”), art (or attempts at it), the color green, and crayolas.
There’s little to be said save for my pure unadulterated pleasure in seeing you running all around the room with a notebook in one hand, and one green crayola in the other. The next part of the pleasure included watching your mother follow you around with a moist sponge and trying to take out traces of your crayola invasion off the walls, the bed sheets, and the floor.
I say, go for it!
Love,
Dad
P.S. more nagging advice later, kid...
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