Open letter to my son

Dear Bodhi,
I love kissing you and inhaling your baby scent. I love your sweet baby breath. So please stop eating the toothpaste. Speaking of toothpaste, it is not lotion either. Your skin is still baby soft.
The kitchen sink isn't a swimming pool. Neither is the bathroom sink or the washing machine.
The trash can? Yeah, not a step stool. I like to keep the trash inside the can, thank you very much.
I know the lawn mower just sits in the back yard. It does have a purpose, I promise you. But I reassure you it is not a circus ride.
Love,
Mommy