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Dear Madeline, next time you make up your own little song, please leave out the part where you want me to pick your nose. Disgusting little kid. Dear Susannah, I’m not sure I should let you know that the song doesn’t really go “trust and obey, in your parents all day…” Dear Susannah (again), when the power goes out it doesn’t mean that we used up all the electricity. Dear Jeremy, remember when Susannah told you “I can’t explain love, daddy.” {snicker} Dear 60 degree weather, we welcome you with open arms. And sweaters.