Tough Love

To Whom It May Concern,

I am leaving this toy airplane here because my son pitched a fit over it in the parking lot.  If you find it and have a boy of your own, please take it home to him and may he be better behaved than my son has been this evening.

[Dear John, I would attach a picture of said plane, but it's now sitting outside of a Wells Fargo bank next to a rock which is holding down a ticket stub from one of our Houston adventures with a note of that exact sentiment if not the exact wording.  I hope you are one step closer to learning to control that temper, sweet boy.  Love, Mom]