dere mom

dere mom,

i was a very, very, very, very bad boy last nite. i want too say that i am very, very, very, very, very, very sorree. did i say enuf veries? i tried to say enuf so you woldn't be so very, very, very, very mad at me any mores.

usualy i realy like too go up the stairs at nitetime and get up on the bed and stay up ther like a big boy all by my self with out oliver. he some times bothers me and i like some peece and quite. but mom, last nite i didn't not want that so much. i heard oly down the stares with you. it sounded like he was eeting some sereal with you. and mom, i wanted some sereal too. and sense i couldn't not get off that hi bed by mysself i got a little bit mad.

see mom, ther was this little hole in the thing that covers the bed and it got my eye. and once it got my eye, it got my teath. oh mom, it relly felt good to rip that thing with my teath like that. it kind of maid up for not having sereal. kind of. im stil a little mad about it.

when you camed up those stares and you got all red in your face like you did and you keeped saing stuf like what did you doo and your a bad, bad, bad, bad dog you hurt my hart. when you sayed that i had to go get a job to pay for that comferter thing i did not like that ether. i thinked bout runing away but not rite now. i mite though. do you feal bad now mom? if you doo then you no how i feeled too.

ok mom. if you say your very, very, very, very, very, very, very sory for hurting my hart we can be freinds again becuz i am very, very, very, very, very, very sory for hurting yur hart to.

your luving, hungry, sadd, sweet boy,
samson rockefeller weising-pike