Dear nice gentleman at the birthday party we went to last weekend,
If you are wondering where that nice pile of mac and cheese on your dinner plate went, I am sorry to tell you that while you weren't looking, my son Charlie took a few handfuls. I would have stopped him, but I didn't notice until I saw him eating the evidence. Don't worry, his hands were clean.
Dear kid at the park on the rocking motorcycle who was freaked out by my son who was standing 2 inches from you and staring,
I wish you wouldn't have run away so quickly. We were all impressed by your rocking motorcycle skills. Charlie just wanted to be your friend. I guess he missed the memo on personal space.
Hope to see you next week! Raizel
Dear everyone in the waiting room of the doctor's office last week checking their kids' diapers for poop,
Yes, it was my kid's diaper. Even though I pretended it wasn't.