Maybe four will be better

Three didn't really work out for us. I'm hoping that four will be more patient, more outgoing, and a lot more compliant.

But, in all fairness, it wasn't all bad and I will miss..

...how willing you are to share the details with me. Seven is ridiculously vague and one can't talk so I really look forward to the "and then he said, and then she said" accounts of your day at school (and Imagination Movers, and the Backyardigans, and your conversations with Mimi). Sometimes it's a bit overwhelming, but I'm not looking this gift horse in the mouth. I know you will be jumping on the vague train with Brother soon enough.

...that you say what you mean and mean what you say. If you say the urgent care center "smells like butt" then dog gone it, it smells like butt. Although, I think this is gonna make it on my things I won't miss list as well.

...you may not walk hard, but you sure do love hard. So hard it hurts. I think it would feel a little better for both of us, though, if you could just ease up a little bit. I should be able to leave you at school/let go of your hand at the park/use the bathroom without you making a scene. Seriously, I'll be right back.

And, to be honest. I am looking forward to saying goodbye to...

...the paranoia. I am not talking about you. Every time I pick up the phone it is not to tell your life story so I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd stop yelling, "stop talking about me" in the background. You sound ridiculous.

...the bloody insults. I know that I could stand to lose a few pounds, that sometimes I could use a mint, and that there are prettier girls out there than me, so I can do without the constant reminders. Also, I know you don't hate me and that you are always gonna want to be my friend, so you might as well stop saying that also. I find this particular tactic counterproductive. And, for future reference, if you tell a girl that she's fat and that her mother looks younger than her, you are not going to be a very happy camper.

...the sensitivity. Offering you a napkin to clean your face can not possibly hurt your feelings. I'm trying to help you out. I don't want you going to school looking like a hobo. And, just because I don't give you "sugar" on the lips doesn't mean that I don't love you. Actually, it may just be an indication that I've been insulted about my oral hygiene one too many times. As far as Brother is concerned, he was rushing to catch the bus and didn't have a chance to say goodbye to you explicitly. This does not mean that you need to cry and moan the entire way to school. It's a twenty minute ride. That's a bit excessive, don't cha think? He'll be back in a few hours and you'll be able to greet him with your customary insult or cheap shot.

So with only one day left I have a lot to look forward to. Four has got to be better than three, right?