“Dear Trouble,

Hi honey, I had to wrote you this letter to tell you what you did just the other day.  You were over playing with your best friend, and you were invited to go to your favorite restaurant to eat with the neighbors down the street.  Your friends’ grandmother knew them but I did not.  I guess you figured that I would say no, so you just told them that I said you could go.  So off you went, to dinner with complete strangers, and I had no idea that you were even gone. Until, that is, your friends mom thought to call and confirm that I had indeed told you it was alright to go.  I nearly had a heart attack when she called.  I was fit to be tied when you got home, but as always, all was well, after I lectured you mercilessly, of course, which was probably more of a punishment than being grounded from your bunny and your bike for a week.  I guess now you know why I have so many gray hairs.

Love Mom.”