Apology

Dearest Max,

I know you are not happy with me today.  I can tell by your pouty lip, complaints and watery eyes.  I can see that if you could speak, you would form the words, "Mean Mom!"  I know that I am a Mean Mom and I am sorry.  I have tried to support you in your obsession with toilet water but I find that I am wholly unable to get behind this activity.  I know you are mad about the gate and toilet lid locks.  I am sorry.  I hope to be able to be more supportive of your future activities.  I realize that we have had a few disagreements about your culinary tastes.  I must stand firm in my belief that fuzz off our rug and dust bunnies from the corner are not food groups.  I hope that we can come to some sort of an understanding on this point.  Perhaps, if I added a new food to your diet?  

We do have some common ground.  We both enjoy your naps.  May I respectfully suggest that you add a few more minutes to your afternoon snooze? I really think that this may help us get a long a little better.  

As always,

Mom

P.S.  I apologize in advance for the new locks I am about to install on the doors.  I know this will keep you from exploring our front yard, street and garage--some of your favorite places.  I hope that you can overlook these infractions on your freedom and remember how many times I have changed your not so fragrant diapers.