Dear Mommy,
What does the fox say?
Your child
Dear Child,
We have been through this. Why is this a question? Or a song?
Love,
Mommy
Dear Mommy,
I cannot wait to leave this house! I am going to live on top ramen. I am going to eat it every night. I can’t wait!
Your child
Dear child,
Why didn’t you tell me before? That sounds fantastic. I cannot wait to come over. Next, you will be telling me you are going to be all fancy and eat off of paper plates and use plastic forks. What would I wear to such a fine establishment? I think we should try this immediately. I will start making you a separate batch of top ramen all to yourself. We will eat our home cooked meal that took me two hours to make. You will get your five minute meal instead.
I am nothing if not a dream maker.
I look forward to serving you. Maybe I will even lay out some of that fancy cutlery you like. I think I have some from the drive-thru laying around.
Love,
Mommy
Dear Mommy,
I can’t find my other shoe!
Your child
Dear Child,
It is 8:40. We and your two-feet-in-shoes were supposed to leave the house five minutes ago. I am so very thrilled to run around and look under every piece of furniture we own for your other shoe. Why, I aim to please.
Speaking of which, I bought you three pairs of shoes two months ago. Surely we have a set to one of those. No? Well, could you wear a mismatched pair? No? What’s that? We only have the right ones? Okay. Mommy is just going to lay here awhile. Maybe whatever took your left shoes will come back. For me.
Love,
Mommy
Dear Mommy,
I love you.
Your Child
Dear Child,
Awww. Okay. Okay. You can have top ramen AND the “real” dinner I made.
And I found all of your left shoes in the dog food bag, along with my favorite necklace. Which you can, of course, borrow tomorrow.
And for the record, the fox says, “I love you, too.”
Love,
Mommy
* This post was a little extra one I just wrote for The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge.