Dear Mom,

Now that I'm a little older and wiser, I feel the need to apologize for some of my more frustrating behavior.

I'm sorry that as a little child I ran around leaving trails of paper, Barbie shoes, and stuffed animals everywhere I went.  I know it was a mess and it certainly would have been easier if I had cleaned it up as I went along.

As a mother, I'm sure you didn't love seeing your little boy dressed up in a tube top made out of old sweat pants with curled hair and blush on his cheeks.  I really wanted a little sister and it was all in good fun.  Promise.

I'm sorry that James and I pestered Clay relentlessly.  I swear I didn't realize how teeth-gritting his squeals of torment were, or that James and I were bothering you at all.  We just meant to bother Clay.

I'm sorry that I would sit down on the basement floor and pee my pants, only to get back up again and continue playing.  I know 5 is a little old to be having accidents like that.  I had a hard time breaking away from my play time and I didn't want to leave my friends.

When you were in the kitchen making dinner for our family, I didn't know that it was really annoying that I would come up to you and say I was hungry and ask for a snack.  I was just telling you how I felt!  I also didn't realize that it was even more annoying that I would fill up on tortilla chips right before dinner.

When I would just disappear and head to my friend's house to play without telling you, I was unaware that it could throw you into a type of panic that is nearly unmatched.  I just assumed you would know I went to Kristie's house.

I just want you to know that now that I have kids of my own, I'm learning a lot.

And I am being paid back for any torture that I had previously inflicted because, as it would turn out, I have two kids that are just like me.

Imagine that.

Love,
Mimi with the Light Brown Hair

PS- Tell Dad I took his tic-tacs.  I really just wanted something sweet; I wasn't intending to consistently dwindle his supply of breath mints.