Because I'm 19 months old

This is Alex writing this today. Thought I might write my mom a letter about MY world.

I can do EVERYTHING by myself, except when I can't. At which point I will scream in frustration so loud that you will think I am severly injured and you will come running.

Of course I get excited about washing my hands in a public restroom. Then when I am done, and you are washing yours, I can touch the floor, the door handle, the diaper changing station, and all of the contents of the trashcan in about 5 seconds.

I want you to sing the E-I-E-I-O song. Then when you start singing, I will immediately request "If you're happy and you know it".

Based on my "I want that toy" investigation, I have determined that you are a bad mother.

I will eat the same thing day after day after day. And then when you buy a HUGE amount of said food, I won't like it anymore.

I can say about 100 words, but "please" and "thank you" aren't 2 of them, because I know it drives you crazy.

Also, I have been evaluating your emotional stability, and based on our last Preschool Orientation Tour, I have determined that you are a cry baby.

And yes, I will watch this movie again so that you can go blog about what a good mom you are.