Dear Dot

You jail broke your cot bed today, climbed over the railing and landed on the carpeted floor with a thud. 

Scared the crap out of us.

We will have our revenge.

Dear Dot

You suck your index finger and you sleep with your bum up in the air. You crawl around the coffee table at supersonic speeds till you go dizzy and collapse on the floor. You are most amused when you are being chased or when you are chasing.

You are funny, mister.