Dear Ingrid,
After almost 2.5 years of nearly perfect behavior at daycare, you came home yesterday with your first incident report in which you were the perpetrator, not the victim. Apparently you weren't down with sharing the couch with a "friend", so you pushed him and made him hit his head on the wall (see Captain America picture). NOT COOL. I mean, part of me hopes it's the same kid who bit you on the chest last Friday, but still...you're better than that.
Add this to all of the whining, crying, and general temper tantrum-throwing and I'd say we've officially entered the terrible two's. Your teachers seem to think you're too advanced for your current room and are acting out because you're bored. While interesting, it's still no excuse to act that way and Daddy and I refuse to be those parents. Besides, there's no guarantee you can leap frog the two kids older than you to move up to the next classroom, so just a heads up that we are going to be working pretty hardcore on manners over the next few months.
You'll thank me for it later.
Love,
Sergeant Major Mommy