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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.