Inverse Proportions

Dear Connor,

Why is it that the smaller your injury, the harder and louder you cry? You've had some pretty bad injuries over the years that you've barely batted an eye at but then you'll get the teeniest, tiniest little scrape on your finger--like you did today--and start screaming and wailing as if you cut your finger off. Huh?

Love,
Mom

Mailed It!

Dear Connor,

I recently told you what the expression "Nailed it!" means but you seem to have misheard me because when you jumped off of a low wall on the way to camp this morning and landed perfectly, you shouted loudly, "Mailed it!" Haha!

Love,
Mom

Fancy Clothes

Dear Connor,

My at-home wardrobe, like most people's at-home wardrobes, consists mainly of comfy clothes like loose tank tops and cotton shorts. I am by no means a slob--sometimes the tank tops and shorts are even color-coordinated!--but you seriously made me rethink the clothes I wear around the house when I wore my denim shorts while I was at home today and you called them my "fancy clothes." Yeesh.

Love,
Mom

Street Smarts

Dear Connor,

We had this conversation when I was taking you to camp this morning:

You: Why are there lines on the street?
Me: They tell you where to walk when you cross the street. That's why it's called the crosswalk.
You: You're so smart, Mommy. [brief pause] I'm smarter than you, though.

Yeah you are!

Love,
Mom