Dear Brooklyn,
Lately you have been glued to my hip.
You won't hardly even look at your dad.
If I walk out of the room, you drop whatever you are doing and run after me.
If I go somewhere, you scream and scream.
Today your dad said "she hates me." It was a heartbreaking moment.
I know this is just a phase, but can it be a quick phase?
And in the mean time can you not act like your dad is the boogie man sent on a mission to remove all happiness from the world?
I know he loves you. I know you love him.
And I love you both.
Sincerely, Lori
