By Laura Grimes
Dear Mr. Scatter,
I see you have delayed your return to the Scatter front for another day. Be assured that this does not reflect poorly on your dedication as a loving father and husband, though I did have to clean out the little black skillet again, contrary to what it says on our marriage contract.
Everything is fine here. Really. Take as much time as you need.
The Large Smelly Boys have called a truce at the dining table, but only because they know that the new Lego catalog will be mine if they don’t.
We are out of leftover pizza.