Dear Madeline, I’m going to miss your tiny training-wheel-less bike flying down the sidewalk. I’ve never seen a kid ride such a little bike before. Dear Susannah, your questions and logic are killin me, smalls. Please, just give my brain a break once in a while. Dear Jerm, thanks for suffering (in silence) through the world’s longest shopping trip last weekend. I had a blast (even if you didn’t). Dear Madeline (again), you have an answer for everything, don’t you? If only I could somehow write in your squeaky voice so the rest of the world could hear how cute you are. Dear self, you’re totally scoring on the smokin deals this week. Go you.