Dear Sawyer,
You came into the kitchen this morning and shouted, "I'm thirsty!" I constantly have to remind you and your siblings to ask for things nicely because, ahem, I am not your slave, so I said, "How should you ask for something? 'May I please . . .'" You replied, "May I please I'm thirsty!"
*sigh* I try.
Love,
Mom
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