I know this is hard to read, but M wrote this in crayon. I translated for those of you who may have problems reading Five Year Old. I have become quite adept at translating & will soon need to learn how to read Six Year Old. (You can click on her writing to enlarge.)
Here is her tale about how mean I am. I find it humorous enough on it's own, so I will not make comments to explain or defend myself. (Also, no music today. Just enjoy the story.)
I do not like the way you treat me because I don't like the way you treat me because I do like the...
You make me tell you what I want to have for breakfast & you make me pick up the toys by myself.
And the other thing I do not like the most the way you yell at me & you yell at me to do stuff just for you & I do not like it.
And I do not like the way you hit me because you smack on purpose & send me to my room.
And I do not like the way you me because and you not not make me eat stuff that I do not want to eat.
And she does not let me look at her book.
Enjoy your kids. Especially the smart(ass) ones. They'll be the ones paying for your retirement!
Peace & Love