Dear Sweet Boys,
I love you. I really do. Sometimes I can hardly contain the amount of love I have for the two of you. I want to swoop you up and cover you with kisses. I want to hug you until the sun goes down. I want to sing to you and smooth your hair and play with your little fingers and toes.
But I can't. Because you keep making that awful hooting sound. You know the one. The one can shakes the bones of my skull. The one that makes my eye twitch and my blood pressure go through the roof. The one that I ask you- over and over, every single day- to STOP MAKING. That hoot.
Quit it, please. It's horrible. It makes me crazy. It gets in the way of my adoring you. Nothing you do will ever make me stop loving you, but when the two of you start hooting together, I'm afraid my head will explode.
So remember: I love you, and no hooting. Ever.
Thank you, my darlings.