Dear Mom & Pop,
I'm going to start this out by saying that I was the good kid. The quiet kid. The one who didn't get into anything. Yes, I'm smiling while I write this. And no, maybe I wasn't the quiet one, but I wanted you to believe that I was. And sometimes it worked.
I think you'll remember the time when I was going to build the biggest, best fire in the fireplace. Before I started (and roped Zane into helping me), I asked permission. So, I did it the right way. However, no one told me that I couldn't keep adding wood so technically it wasn't really my fault. But, aside from nearly burning down the house, the best part was when Pop got irritated at the smoke detector and rather than trying to put out the fire (which was definitely getting out of control), he was more worried about making the alarm stop. That was the greatest.
Oh, and I'm thankful I didn't burn down the house. I'm sure you are too. And thank you for continuing to love us no matter what damage we did. Love you!