One problem with having 5 kids is that they each, on occasion, feel neglected. Tonight, our 6-year-old, thinking she was being ignored, escaped to her room and wrote the following note which she later left on our bed:

“No wun like me evin mom and dad think abawd it love yr dotr”

The worst part of her note, though, was the three drawings that appeared beneath the words:

(1) a self-portrait, uttering the words “boo hoo”

(2) a heart with a crack in the middle of it

(3) another heart with a crack in the middle of it, but this time inserted into a garbage can