Dear Laney,
Yesterday, when your dad brought you home from school, I asked him, "How was she today?" He reported, "Miss Tracy says she was a butthead."
Well, thank God.
Here I've been thinking that I'm the only one aggravated by your early-onset Terrible Twos. But it turns out that even Saint Tracy - a woman you love so much, you let her put two ponytails in your hair - thinks you have butthead tendencies.
You may be a pill, but at least I'm not crazy.
Love,
Mom
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