Lily,

Last night was hard. You brushed your teeth un-asked-for, but it went downhill from there. I ended up kicking you out of the bedroom, because you wouldn’t let me sleep. Daddy was already in the living room. He decided to just avoid any episodes by staying out there until you fell asleep. Long story short, you slept in your room last night, dreamt of a Monster High girls Christmas. I stayed with you until you fell asleep. We talked about behavior and expectations. It’s getting old, this me-me-me behavior on your part. I think every day is better.

This morning, you asked if I think you’ll make movies when you grow up. Yes, I do.

Love,
Mama

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