An open letter to my children

This is a house. Vehicles are not permitted in the house. Occupancy of this house by more than two hundred people is dangerous and unlawful. Violators will be prosecuted.

It is fun to eat. See the milk? See the butter? See the lunch meat? They cannot run. They cannot walk. They have no legs. They must be picked up and returned to the refrigerator or they will turn green. Green is not a happy color.

Hear the phone ring? That means someone wants to talk to you. Ring. Ring. Ring. When the phone rings, pick it up and speak directly into it. Say "Hello". Say "Goodbye". Say anything.

A bedroom is a special place. Find your bed each day. Try. Sometimes, you cannot see your bed because it is covered with clutter. This is not healthy. A cluttered room is a messy room. A messy room is unfit for humans. Many people in this house are human.

A bathroom is your friend. It is there when you need it. Lids do not like to be standing all the time. They get tired. Towels do not like to be on the floor. They cannot see anything. Ugh. Soap does not like to lie in a drain and melt. Boo.

See mommy come home. See daddy come home. They are walking on their knees. Be kind to mommy and daddy. "Look, look, Mommy, Joey is bloody. I'm telling, Tommy. I didn't do it, Daddy." Do you want to make mommy crazy? Do you want to make daddy rupture a neck vein. Then shape up, up, up.

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