If Sophie could write.

Dear Connor:

Thanks. Thanks for effectively ruining our parents. You just had to be born first, didn't you? 

Last night, dearest brother, I attempted to get out of my room and enjoy my new found toddler bed freedom. This had been working pretty well and usually ended up with Mom sitting on the couch with me early in the morning. We'd have breakfast, snuggle, get dressed, watch a cartoon, the world was mine!

But no, last night Mom and Dad remembered that if they wanted me to ever learn to stay in my bed that they were going to have to get tough and tough they got. At 5:00 this morning I attempted my usual escape, but they weren't having any of it. For thirty minutes they sat outside my room and held my door shut while I pulled on the other side. Thirty Minutes! Do you know what I did during these thirty minutes (well, other than tried to pull the door open)? I screamed, I cried, I yelled at them through the door, I pretended to stop and then would start up again. 

But still they persevered. They sat outside that door and refused to let it budge even and inch. Furthermore, they weren't even all that upset. Honestly it sounded like they were having a fine old time. They were chatting in hushed whispers and I even think I heard them laugh a couple of times. It was like they were having their own little private early morning date time outside my door as they tortured me within. Half an hour Connor! That is how long I threw a fit about this and still they didn't budge. 

I blame you. They would have never had the fortitude to do something like this if you hadn't ingrained in their brain that they cannot afford to lose a battle with us kids. You taught them that, not me. If I had been born first they would have given up last night after about ten minutes of me screaming their names. They definitely wouldn't be smiling and happy this morning. 

Thanks Connor, thanks for nothing. Oh, and by the way, you know who is really going to pay for this, since you seem perfectly content to sleep through the night in your own bed? Elinore, that's right. I am going to do my best to make sure that she never gets to win a single battle with our parents. Ever. I'll have my revenge on someone, even if it isn't you. 

Love, 

Sophie