Colin writes me notes - and has, legible or not, since he could pick up a pencil. I find them here, there, and everywhere. He writes me love notes when he's in a good mood, and he writes me "hate mail" when he's mad:
I don't lick him either, unless, like, his face is really dirty or something.
...such as: "I love Mom ... and Coby is in the toilet."
Thanks for letting me know, son.