Dear Gideon,
I’ve never written to you here. It’s always been your brother.
Why?
Because he gives me loads of trouble, and trouble can be funny (i.e., My mantra: Bad decisions make good stories).
You don’t give me any trouble at all. You help out around the house, haven’t broken a single phone, are an A/B student, earned Student of the Month this month, and do your homework before dinner.
You also are my couch chooch.
So when you were off for fall break, I wanted to do something special for you: Spend the afternoon at Six Flags. (I invited your brother. No surprise he didn’t come. And broke his fourth phone while we were gone.)
The day started with a ride on the Twisted Cyclone.
I look so calm and collected, right?
Yet moments earlier, you were laughing at me because of this:
I scream and laugh and laugh/scream on rides. It’s what I do.
Still, you agreed to be seen with me, riding rides such as Batman (front row!):
Eating Dippin’ Dots:
And being a fool in the Fright Fest decorations:
Thank you for putting up with me taking so many photos.
And screaming like a banshee. (And thanks to you, I do hear someone yell “chicken strips” right before the first hill on the Mindbender.)
We had a great time together. Though I looked a little worse for wear once we got home:
Not pictured: My jumbled organs thanks to the Scream Spleen Machine.
I would do it all again just to spend the day with you.
Love,
Mama
Observe and report 
Yes! The good child — your words, not mine — gets some publicity.
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I know! It’s really about time.
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