LIVESTRONG, but we still got to nap.

Dear Lance,

I am three.  Today my mom stuck us in the car and promised to drive us to a magic park up over the mountains.  She went on and on about a special treat.  I ate gummie Spiderman snacks so the drive was cool, but then she started to slow way down and kept talking to me about bikes and look at all the bikes.  I saw a few, no big deal.  My sister threw her shoe at me.

Mom drove what she called the time trial course.  She rambled on about how exciting it was and look at the hills.  She drove really slow and somebody honked at her.  They gave her a bird and she got upset.  She said “stupid.”  I am not supposed to say stupid.  I thought she liked birds, maybe it was a hawk.  Anyway there were bikes all over the road.  I asked her if we were on our way to the park.  She said she was trying to find it.  How do you know when someone is lying?

Finally we parked the car and it was not at a park.  A nice lady gave me a picture of you and some yellow chalk.  I was supposed to color on the road, but mom says I cannot play in the road so I colored all over her.  She looked funny.

I liked the police lights.  I clapped for a few of your friends.  I jumped off this rain pipe into this really neat ditch and found a million lady bugs.  My sister petted a dog.  Mom kept cheering and clapping on.  I got tired.  I got bored.  No offense.  She kept saying how amazing this was, but really it just seemed like colorful guys on thin bikes.  I threw a fit, my sister pooped her pants, and we got to leave.  I got a jam sandwich.

Mom says it is OK.  She saw you run the NYC Marathon and said that her friend Kelley beat you.  I hope you did good today.  I will keep your picture.  You should try Spiderman snacks.  By the way, I can touch my tongue to my nose.  Can you do that?

Be good,

L.M.

~ by drea on February 21, 2009.