Hey, Squishy… god, you’re so big. You’re not exactly my little Squishy anymore. But it’s really me, I promise.
I’m not dreaming, right? Because this feels like one of my dreams. I really don’t want Mom to wake me up if it is. I’ve wanted this for the longest. I always asked Santa for you instead of some toy, even when everyone else stopped believing in him.
Surprise, bitches. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.
Okay, sorry for calling you bitches. I’m sure you’re all lovely people. I’ve just always wanted a reason to say that.
No sweetie, don’t be sorry, i’m not mad at you at all. If you ever want to do it again just ask me and I’ll let you just type it up and send it. I think he can, or at least I’d like to believe he can
Really? I’d like that, Mom. Writing that made it feel like I was actually talking to him, and even if he can’t respond, I think he definitely read it.
Its nothing sweetie… I just read what you wrote to Daddy, and it made me tear up a little bit.
Oh… I’m sorry for adding more stuff to your e-mail. I just wanted to talk to him, too, you know? Do you think he can read it?
Oh..oh…You know I’m sure if Ryder isn’t busy he could come, or Jesse…
I love Uncle Ryder and Jesse’s cool, but they’re not Dad…
Skylar, there are going to be a lot of things you’re not going to want to do.
But Mom, this is different, okay? It’s Bring Your Dad to School Day…
I’m the better half of the people that raised you….duh. I’ll work on it. No promises though.
You should buy me ice cream as a compensation prize if you fail. Or you should buy me ice cream if you do convince her. Either way, you should buy me ice cream.