Dear Nadia,
It was so much fun when you and Aunt Abbey stayed here with me and Mommy. It felt very empty and sad when we got home from dropping you off at the airport. We had a fun time, didn't we?
Remember when Mommy threw you the little birthday party at the house and they made us wear matching outfits? LAME. They thought it was sooooo cute. How much longer do you think we'll have to do that kind of stuff? They should have to wear matching outfits. We'll see how cute it is then.
Meanwhile, did you know I was supposed to get cake that night and I didn't? You were still sleeping so you might not know this, but when Mommy took me and Floyd for a walk on Friday morning, I snagged a BB Bat sucker and Mommy sort of shrugged it off thinking I would just hang onto it during our walk, (I always hang onto something during our walks) but when we were walking (boring) and she was singing (horribly), I broke through the paper covering and got about half the sucker! (I got some of the paper too). But then she busted me. Oh, she busted me bad. She took it away (and no doubt ate it). She said "You're making me be a mean Mommy but you don't let me brush your teeth so no shot are you getting cake and sucker all in one day. No cake for you, Missy." I swear, she called me Missy. My name is Frankie. Anyway, I thought she'd relent, but she didn't. She is Dr. Ruthless. I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep having sugar so close to bedtime, but I hope you enjoyed it. I'm still not completely over missing out.
Thankfully, I am a trooper and I still managed to have fun during your stay. How about when we took our baths together? Did you have fun? I did. Didn't you find me to be an excellent splasher? I know, I am awesome. I get water everywhere. No one can compare. I didn't want to bring it up when you were here, but did you happen to pass a little gas in the tub? I think I saw some extra bubbles on your side.
I really didn't mind taking a bath with you, but did you hear Aunt Abbey and Mommy laughing in the kitchen about how they are going to do it every single time we are together, no matter how old we are? I even heard your Mom preparing for future hypothetical arguments... "Honey, I know you just got your driver's license, but get in!" They were laughing and laughing. They think they are so funny. Hardee har har.
How about when we went to lunch at Olga's and you were screaming so loud that glasses were breaking and people were looking? That was funny. You hit notes that Mariah Carey has never heard of. Aunt Abbey was kind of mad and when we got to the car, she said: "I will always love you, but I am very upset with you right now" and you blew a fat raspberry at her. It was killer. Good times.
Did we get a chance to discuss "The makeshift-silver-gift-ribbon-child-safety-cabinet-protectors" they came up with to keep us out of the cabinet under the sink? What was that about? Hello--McGyver, is that you? Admittedly, it worked, but Mommy, don't you have a job and some cash-eesh in your account to get the real thing??? I know the economy is bad in Michigan but REALLY? A silver gift ribbon?
What about when you guys first got to the house and Floyd Coden got so excited he barfed all over the kitchen (Welcome to Detroit!), and then he did it again a few days later? Nothing beat when he tore down the door frame of the door leading to the garage because no one was home when the big storm hit and he (as always) flipped out. He even got to the dry wall! Poor Floyd Coden.
Hey, who do you think got Mommy sick, me or you? We were both teething big time and rockin' the Casbah with our runny nose/cough combo so it really could have been either one of us--or both. I know I coughed in Mommy's face a bunch of times, but I noticed you got a few good ones in there as well. I guess we will never know so I will consider it a joint effort. I felt kind of bad for her since I did keep her up for 2 of the nights you guys were here, but whatever--she'll sleep when she's dead.
I'm getting ready to say good-bye and enjoy myself a nice poop in the pants, but I'd like to leave you with one more tidbit from our fun-filled time together: The booger bubble. Aunt Abbey kept wanting me to do "kar-a-tay," but lest we never forget or disrespect the booger bubble. Have you ever seen a more perfect "O" of mucus come from anyone's nose?...I don't think so. Don't worry, I will practice and bring my many talents with me when we come to visit you. I can't wait!
Until then, I miss you very much. I loved playing with you, even though you fell on me like a billion times-- but you made up for it with all the presents you brought me, especially the "Ne-Hao, Ya'll" shirt. That will look hot on me.
Long live Mac and the Cheese!
KIT
BFF
FJC OUT
PS. Are you so sick of that Kid Rock CD? I am too. Give it a rest, Mommies!
