I just wanted to thank you for the entertainment you provided to me and your loving toddler son this morning. While partaking amongst a steamy shower, I looked down to gaze upon our baby's sweet face only to see that he had a - what we lovingly call - short and curly stuck to his upper lip. Knowing full well that he was far too young for puberty, and that this hair was amazingly long, I quickly realized that it came from your beautiful body. I reached down to pluck this magnificient strand from his chubby little face only to accidentally poke him in the process, hence the tears he then began to shed. While comforting our angel, the shampoo in my lovely locks began to stream into my eyes, causing me to cry as well. I scurried to find a washrag and refreshing stream of the shower only to bump my head on the faucet. With my big girl voice, I proclaimed my angst only to cause little Gun-Gun to start crying again. Our older two angels, hearing the commotion, quickly sprang into the bathroom to assist me. In their most polite voice, I was ordered out of the tub so that they could enjoy a nice bath with their baby brother.

In summary honey, please don't leave you're freakin' leg, arm, "not so public," hairs lying around the bathroom. After you shower, it looks like Bigfoot had mange and left his goodies all over our bathroom. When I married you, I swear I only saw five hairs on your chest and you guarded those with your life. Where the frick did this schat come from? Are you wearing extensions? Did you get plugs? Don't make me have to Nair the bathroom...your happiness depends on it.

Love,