Dear Bronx,
Please stop leaving me dead mice presents. I know you love to give gifts but these ones (just like the random turd that one time) really gross me out, especially when you chew them up a bit. You are more than welcome to continue to catch the mice (we all know Jackson's not going to do it...) and leave them for your dad, but let's just make sure he finds them first. Sound good? Good.
Love,
Cara
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Dear Jackson,
It'd be really wonderful if you could figure out a way to cut or file your own nails. We all know that you and hardwoods are an interesting combination since you never have any footing. Buuuut when I'm sleeping and you decide to tap dance around the house just because you're not tired anymore...that's not awesome. Night time is quite time, okay?
Love,
Cara
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