Two years ago, when M. was learning to read and write, we came across a notebook with some “Direy” entries in it. My favorite entry read:

Dear Direy, C. hit me.
Love, M.

Now that C. is going through the same learning process, we’re finding fun little notes from her. Like this one that was lying on the floor this morning. Translated for universal comprehension, it reads:

by C. and L.: No M. allowed in C’s room. No M. touching my stuff. No M. in my office.

I think the sad M. at the bottom is a nice touch that ties it all together.

Nothing but sisterly love in our house!