A few days ago she had been nagging me a lot about what we were going to have for dinner. I told her we might have barbecue, so she kept trying to get me to confirm that with certainty. Finally she was annoying me too much so I told her to go do something else.
She went and found a card and wrote it out to Pete. I didn't know what it said until he opened it later. Here was the message (on his non-birthday):
Dear Daddy, I love you. Are we having barbecue for dinner tonight? Yes. Love, Rayna
What she lacks in capitalization and grammar, she sure makes up in sweetness!