Dear Michele

I remember one time when you were four years old and you were playing at my desk. You found the drawer where I kept a little vial of pepper spray. The vial was designed to look like a pen so people wouldn't know they were about to get sprayed. Boy were you surprised when you pushed the little button on the end of the "pen". I don't think I've ever heard a scream quite like that.

I put your little face under the faucet and blasted your swollen eyes with water. You suddenly made the most annoying high pitched yelp as the steam coming off your face alerted me to the high temperature of the water. I just had to laugh. I mean what are the odds of that?

Love, Dad