The last time I wrote you a letter, you ignored me. Why was a swimming pool full of plastic balls out of the question? It was only a little bigger than Chuck E. Cheese’s. I guess I should have just asked for a Blondie concert in our backyard. Anyway, I thought I would try again, this time with an adult list of commands. See to it, or I will tell everyone that you’re a fraud. They will believe me because they know that I know things.
- the power to make me follow through on my threats
a magic red pencil that always has a sharp pointa red pen
- dictionary brain
- computer brain
- a part-time job naming babies, pets, drugs, and nail polish—I can freelance
Sincerely and all that,