OK... I'm not going to give her my letter...

I have to realize that I'm not the only person living in my house... and I cannot speak for everyone.

I need to go over and have a conversation with Little Girl's Mom... I don't want to (I HATE confrontation), but I'm going to.

Little Girl will be allowed in my yard... just as long as I'm there to supervise.

Fuck... I hate children.