Dear Mom,
That's right, it's me, Rachel. You didn't know that I could type did you? There are a lot of things that I can do or know that you may not realize. I am taking this opportunity to clarify some things.
What is up with your obsession with my pooping? I will poop when I poop. But you tell everyone, every day if I have or haven't. Give it a rest. Last time I checked you weren't the queen of regularity. (Yeah, I saw the super colon cleanse in the cabinet.) When I ask for milk, I want milk not that prune juice that you pass off as "plum juice." And no, I don't want any raisins either.
Baby Bear smells great. I don't like the snide comments that he has a odor. I love him matted and dirty. And I know you understand...have you smelled Daddy after one of his bike rides?
As you are buying clothes for Lo-Lo, I noticed that you are going through older things for me. I want new stuff too. Laurel's stuff isn't my body type. She is tall and scrawny while I am compact and powerful. Let's just call it the way everyone sees it.
Don't bother giving me new foods at dinner. Every night, you give me some fruits, carbs and a protein. I am a creature of habit (just like you)...I just want a yogurt and a couple of bites of the protein..that's it. So simple but you just don't seem to accept it.
Please keep these clarifications in mind and take them to heart. I understand that I am the smallest and youngest in the family but I can turn the waterworks on in a flash. Also my yell is very loud and I haven't forgotten how to bite people. I will torment you in the middle of the night with my pleading of "cuddle, cuddle"--you are so weak at 2 am. And as the last resort, I will start to like the softness of Huggies again. I mean it lady...I am not joking.
Best,
Rachel Jessica Wang
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