Dear Daughter:
After asking for pretzels, why did you take several handfulls and toss them on the kitchen floor?
Dear Dog:
You, who will eat just about anything - including rocks and brownies the kitty leaves for you in her box - don’t like Pretzels? Â What’s up with that?
Dear Family:
At some point, after crunching pretzels underfoot all day, do you think you could find the strength to reach over and pick up a broom and dustpan and, oh I don’t know, sweep them up? Â Or am I the only one (other than the dog) to walk through the kitchen barefoot?
