Dear Laney,
Tonight, in lieu of a bedtime story, you get to do a crossword puzzle. Naked.
Let the good times roll.
Love,
Mom
P.S. Earlier this afternoon, you had one of those tantrums you've been known to have when you don't want to come inside. As a result, you banged your own head on our brick walkway. You cried for a few minutes, but your grandmother cried for half an hour and laid down on the armchair, clutching her heart. It's possible you took a year and a half off her life. Her new policy is that she's not going to tell you "no," because she doesn't want to responsible "for that child putting herself in a coma." This is why you two are sharing a sharp pencil in this photo. As far as Machiavellian grandparent manipulation goes, it was a master stroke, and I think that one head bang is really going to pay off for you.
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