Six is easier, right? Don't tell me it's not.
Dear Five and a few months:
I love you, but you're too much. Can you tone it down a little?
Curious,
Your Mother
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Dear Mom,
I can smell it down a little. In my butt. I can butt it down a buttle.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Buttle! Butt smell! My butt smells, get it? Like there's a nose on it? Get it? Did you hear that?
Nose butt. Butt nose. Fart fart nose butt smell stink.
Love,
Five and a few months
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Dear Five and a few months,
I think you lost track of my original request. If you'll recall, I asked you to tone it—
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Hey Mom! Hey!
TRANSFORMERS! TRAAAANS-FORM-ERRRRRS! Pshhhew pshhhew phssshew! Why don't transformers have butts? Butts that smell? Ha ha ha transformer butts. Know what? I have a new Transformer that I just now made up, and you know what? Do you know what? Know what? His name is Butt-tron! No, wait, FARTRONIC.
Ha ha ha haahaaaaaaaaaaaiiiighhhhaaaahahahaha—
Love,
Five and a few months
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Dear Five, etc.:
I don't know how you managed to interrupt me while I was writing a letter, but it appears you have the power to do so. You have many powers. Including the power to drive me up a wall. And yet you can be so charming! Truly, you are an enigma.
Cautiously,
Your mother
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Dear mom:
So you love me, but sometimes I make you annoyed? That's complicated.
Love,
Five and a few months.
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Dear Five-ish:
See? Like that! All of a sudden you're all thoughtful and calm, like that! Okay! Now maybe we can talk about—
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Hey Mom!
Remember that time we went to the pool with the sprinkler ? And that boy was there? Remember that boy? That boy whose shorts were blue, he kind of looked like Tyler, in my class, who I like but I'm not friends with or, like, not best friends , because he plays Power Rangers and I don't play Power Rangers, I only play Star Wars at school with my other friends, well, sometimes Tyler plays Star Wars but still he's not really my friend, and you know what? The, uh, the boy, not Tyler but the, uh, the other boy, the boy from the uh, the pool, remember that pool? Well he told me he had this kind of… toy, I can't remember what it's … called, but I think it's like Legos, but not really the same…I don't know. So he has it at his house and could we go there, maybe?
Could we go there now? I think we should go there now.
Five and a few months.
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Dear son:
We cannot go there now, because I am going to bed. Wake me when Six shows up.
Love,
Mom










February 27, 2008
Reader Comments (73)
You put into words what so many of us cannot. Thank you.
Hilarious, Alice. Thanks
Six...
.... is not better. I love my little squishy more than anything, especially when I am squishing his little cheeks...
but if I hear his little 6 year old self tell me ONE MORE #$%# TIME about what pokemon evolved into who and where, complete with role plays demonstrating how their powers "work, right???" then I will be forced to tear off my arm and beat myself with the bloody stump....
Just so we have something else to talk about.
Sigh.
Thank you. I needed to laugh so badly. If I hadn't, I may have just had to rip my own arm off and beat myself with my own bloody stump!
And Star Wars Lego Wars? Ugh! My son begs to go next door just to play with the neighbor kid's video game!
When that's over, it's all about princesses and Barbie. Endlessly.
Which you probably don't want to hear, but misery loves company. I hear more butt talk per day than a proctologist and I don't get paid a dime for it.
I am listening to virtually the exact same conversation from my 13 year old daughter right now--only substitute shopping and American Idol and yearbook for Power Rangers, Star Wars and Legos.
It is exhausting!
Hahahahaha butt 15!
Get it? get it? like fart 15? but butt 15? hahahaha I said but butt!! hahahaha
Yeah. We have a 3 year old here and it's ALL ABOUT THE BUTT. And the fart. And the potty talk. Ha! Isn't it hilarious? I regularly ask her, What are you, three?
Hahaha. Adult humor there.
Turns out they never change...whether they're 6 or 38, they're all the freakin' same.
My three year old asked me today what (not how, or where, but what) Transformers poop. He was not (yet) laughing hysterically about it, but clearly we can only go down from here.
And that's all I have to say.