Friday, April 10, 2015
Pretty Please
An open letter to my 4-year-old: I'm not sure what kind of wackado ice
cream place you frequent, but when begging for something, I can say
without a doubt that you're never going to convince me (or anyone else I
imagine) to change my mind when you yell, "Please, please, pretty please with ice cream
and sugar and hot fudge and guacamole on top!" You're just not. So stop
it. You're grossing me out every time you say it.
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