Dear Mrs. Unpronounceable,
This morning as I dragged around my 10-ton, phlegm-filled head, Chickadee commenced her usual morning routine of refusing to get out of bed and do any of the necessary before-school tasks. Rather than lose my temper, I decided it was time to employ a technique which her therapist has suggested.
“Look, you’re almost seven years old. I’m tired of arguing with you. You can make your own choice. Get your butt out of bed and get dressed, or go to school in your pajamas. It doesn’t matter to me.”
I snuck some clothes into her backpack, but she’s awfully proud of the ballerinas on her top. I hope it’s not too disruptive, and please don’t call CPS.
Thanks very much,
P.S. Please encourage the other children in the class to tease her. Please?