Dear Jacob,
I am sitting on the floor consoling you as your little body shudders from crying. Your little face is splotchy red and shiny from smeared snot and streaks of tears. You lift your head up and look at me with your big blue eyes and sign "Please" across your chest. Your bottom lip quivers and your eyes are pleading, filled with hope.
"I'm sorry Jacob, but no, you cannot play with the toilet plunger. Ever."
Love,
Mommy
