The Baby and I committed a felony this afternoon. We opened someone else’s mail. But when I saw Mom’s name on that envelope from the department of automated traffic enforcement, I couldn’t help myself. Sure enough, a photo-enforced traffic ticket was enclosed for running a red light. So we did the mature thing. And ran around the house waving it in the air like an edict from the supreme ruler of the roadways - at long last, evidence of her imperfect driving habits! Then, upon further inspection, we realized that it was taken on a recent trek across town. And that we were in the car. And that … Dad was driving. WHAT?! So we once again did the mature thing. And took blackmail photos and then ambushed him in his upstairs office. Moral of the story: felonies can be fun.

Sincerely,

Sally B.