Dear Susannah, just because I said we might move to a different house some day does NOT mean our house has to explode first. You’re an odd little child. Dear Susannah (again), I know you want to be just like your daddy, but I think hitting yourself in the face with a hammer is taking it a little too far. Dear Madeline, enough with the eye-rolling, already! Dear self, you and your fingers are giant wimps. You would never make it as a burn patient. Dear Susannah (last one, I promise), I’m awfully glad that you scared yourself enough after a few snips to stop cutting your hair. Next time I wouldn’t leave the hair all over the bathroom floor if you don’t want to get caught. Dear husband, thank you for returning the library books for me. Again.