I had a dream the other night that we were at Thanksgiving dinner. All the family was there, yes including you, and you decided you were going to eat off everyone's plate. I know that you are a strapping thirteen year old, and you are constantly hungry, but I have to admit when you got to my plate and started eating MY MASHED POTATOES, I yelled. And then promptly your mom yelled at me for getting after you. And I felt super bad--in my dream. Now that I'm awake and have time to assess this dream, I'm a little perturbed that I was the one who got in trouble. Also, I know that it was a dream and didn't actually happen, but I must say that somewhere in my subconscious I could see this very thing happening. So, let this letter be a warning to you: DO NOT EAT MY MASHED POTATOES. Ever. Obviously, they are important to me.
Just letting you know because I love ya!