Dear Son,
I can’t even begin to think how scarred for life you are after this morning. I hope you are too young to remember as I’m not going to be able to afford the therapy. What you witnessed this morning all over your toys, down the hall and in the bathroom was something called “Morning Sickness”. I will explain this is my next letter to you as it’s nothing to be alarmed about nor did you witness an exorcism. One thing we should maybe establish – even though I hope against hope this never happens again – is that you just stay where you are and don’t try to follow me. Let me tell you, the only thing that is worse than cleaning up your own vomit is having to hose down your dear son after he played “Pukey Slip ‘N Slide”. Not that it looked like you were having fun really. But, we got through it and trust me when I say it’s all worth it in the end. I hope.
Love Mommy,
xox
dearsonlovemommy.com 