If you can screetch like a girl...you're my kind of woman

Dear Pa,

I am sorry that I cannot follow rules. It just makes life too damn boring.

Lord Uncle B, Auntie, Lolo, Ma and Sha went to African Lion's Safari.

We may/or may not have driven through the safari twice.

We may/or may not have stopped and unpacked grapes...because Lord Uncle B was outvoted.

We may/or may not have used them to lure Baboons to the car, with blatent disregard to the "Do NOT feed the animals, Do NOT open windows".

We may/or may not have studied the patterns of the zoo keepers for our moment.

We may/or may not have been in a car that was swarmed by Baboons.

The baboons may/or may not have peeled weather stripping off of the car to use as bubblegum.

Our sweet grapes, may/or may not have made Mr. Baboon very excited.

We may/or may not have witnessed Mr. Baboon doing some monkey business to Mrs. Baboon on our trunk, out the back window. (They must have been married...'cause it really isn't a first date kind of move).

Our son may/or may not have seen this as he was in a very safe rear facing carseat.

We may/or may not have screamed like childish little girls and laughed until our sides hurt.

We may/or may not have pictures.

Our son may/or may not need therapy.

I admit to nothing.

Ma