Dear Isaac,
You are a big boy. I am quite aware of this, because you always respond to any label** I give you by telling me, "I'm not a _______________! I'm a big boy!"
I'm sorry that not everyone knows you are a big boy. I'm sure the crossing guard doesn't really mean it when she calls you a baby every morning. She just doesn't know your name. You need not scream at her, like you did this morning, "I'm NOT A BABY!!! I'm A BIG BOY!!!!" I don't think she heard you anyway, so I bet you'll be "baby" again tomorrow.
Love,
Mommy
**Offensive labels include but are not limited to: sweetheart, smartie, and great helper.
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