Dearest Mom

Dear Mom,

I know you love me, but I also know it makes you crazy when I insist on going out in public like this. But mom, I can't help it. I love my "red" boots. And although I know you try to hide them from me and make them disappear, I always find them. I know you would never really throw them away even though sometimes you tell me that you did. Yup, I always find them Oh, and mom, you are not a very good hider by the way, but I would never really tell you that because I like to see the disgust on your face when you see me proudly arrive at the door ready to go in my boots. I know you know I will outgrow these boots one day, but Mom, I promise, I am going to do my very best not to ever let that happen. And I am so glad that it is warming up outside and that I get to wear my boots with shorts. I really think I look awesome. Really, I do. Please pretty please, lets go run more errands so that I can have people tell me I am so cute with my boots on when we are at the store. It makes my day even though you shake your head and laugh. These passer-byers encourage me to always embrace who I am and that's a really good lesson Mom. You better just get used to it. I will always want to wear the shirts that don't exactly match my shorts and I know I can win by throwing a super duper tantrum. I know you would rather let me be me than fight with me. That's another reason why I love you, Mom. And thank Santa for my new Spider man glasses. He really knows me and knew I would love them, but probably not as much as you thought I would. Good thing Santa has my best interest at heart. And Mom, I am pretty comfortable with myself. I think I look pretty good all the time no matter what getup I am in.

Thanks for letting me be me! You're the best!

Love, Wyatt