monkey love

Dear ‘vanna,

You fell off the kitchen chair today. You cried like it was my fault. Just so you know, you stopped using your high chair after you turned one year old. No more feeding you as you can feed yourself, thank you very much. And most definitely no more high chair, you are no longer a baby, thank you very much.
You are a spitfire. Easily pleased, you clapped your hands and said “well done” to your brother yesterday. On the other hand, when you’re mad - you are crazy mad and refers to one of your brothers or both as “him”. Just “him”. Him making you cry. Him making you upset.
You are a monkey princess. I’m so blessed that you are mine.

Love,
Mum


P.S. your dad would say the same things. He loves you just as much.