Who the hell is "Y"?!?!?

It's been a long time since I wanted to give my second born back to the stork. Since she turned four, Kaila's been a keeper. I almost think someone sprinkled her with rose water. Today was one of those trying days where nearly everything Kaila said sounded like a whine. And, I sure as hell wasn't having it. But, we persevered, we got through the day, we had a ended up having a fine time.

Fast forward. I tucked her into bed around 9pm. As I walked out of her room, she yelled, "Mama!" I knew what was next.

"Four hugs, four more kisses and one squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze for good luck." I have no idea why four of anything or why a squeeze, but she does it every night and I love it when she wrings my neck like a sponge.

I went downstairs and started rinsing out empties. Yes, it's a Saturday night and I didn't want the kids to see that their parents polished off a a couple of six packs. As I started clearing the mess off the kitchen table, I spied this note.



I have to ask. Who the hell is "Y"?!?!? Or, is this the start of a speech impediment? Regardless, we love you, too, baby. With all our h . . heart.