A Letter

Dear Lady that works at the Post Office,

I am sorry about the scene that you witnessed from our crew last Friday. When we walked in with 2 Father's Day packages to mail and 4 kids under 4 in tow, you should have taken your break. I know that the line was short, but it was still long enough to take apart a box and stamp display (which I seriously tried to put back together but those hangers are ridiculous)...and why does the lobby echo anyways? After we all made it to your counter it was nice of you to babysit the three little kids after I abandoned them there to chase Wyatt through two sets of double door into the parking lot without so much as a hello. As you may have noticed by my stellar tackling skills I have been working out with a personal trainer. And yes, the spanking was necessary, though the threats about jail were a little much I will admit. But, after seeing a police officer in line (along with 10 other bug- eyed, gaping mouthed customers) I couldn't contain myself. Afterward, when you offered to give Wyatt a big surprise and it was stickers and not a leash and collar I apologize for calling you crazy, but at least I didn't say "f$#$%&* crazy"! And yes, I never answered your question about the little one....he is a boy too! Yipee! So Happy Father's Day from the craziest Mom on the planet! Maybe next year we will just send flowers!
Love,
The Rodgers Tornadoes