Last year, Mein Kempf, I mean, my sister, “Big Brother’d” my letters to my child at camp. She told me that 90% were inappropriate or unacceptable.
When my child came home from camp, I found piles of unopened mail from me…”I didn’t have time to read all of them,” she said. I was furious! I sat her down and made her read every single letter that I took the time to write- and then told her how hurtful it was to see them untouched.
Her follow up reply…. “You write too much.”
Fast forward to this year… “Either you or hubby needs to send an email every night, just so they get something,” my sister said. “You don’t want her to be the only one not getting mail.”
Actually Dear Watson…