My niece, Hannah, sent me the sweetest picture in the mail, which is proudly displayed on my refrigerator.
There’s only one small thing I find worrisome. Do you see that question mark?
Hannah questions my niceness. I can’t really blame her. I tease the little girl about things like drinking urine. I don’t want her to grow up thinking I don’t love her. I do love her. Lots. Enough that I’d rather spend money on taking her to Starbucks, not taking her to therapy.
That said, I’ve decided it might be time to start teasing her less and concentrating on being nicer to her, which may have something to do with the fact the kid gives the best damn Christmas presents ever.