Mustard Bottle

Dear Kayla, yesterday you walked in the door from school with a mustard bottle. You said you found it on the road.  When I told you to throw it in the trash you said, "Finders keepers, losers weepers!" 

Dear Kylan, you are the most jealous little boy.  Not only can dad not hug me, but Joey cannot sit on my lap.  You run over from across the room yelling, "Mom!  My Mom!" Today you did that to Sammo.

Dear Jaida, lately it seems like you set the tone of the house.  If you are mad, mean and ornery, so is everyone else.  When you are happy and playful, everyone wants to be happy and playful with you.