Dear Michael Vick:
You make Daddy happy when you play football.
Mommy says we don't have to hide from Daddy in the garage when you start at QB, because the Eagles might win.
Daddy even lets me sit with him when you play. I get to give him bottles of his special soda from the fridge. What does HEINEKIN spell?
Mommy calls Daddy's special soda his 'mean juice', but he hardly hits us any more, especially since you started playing. All my boo-boos are almost all-better, even the ones around my neck and torso.
Thank you Michael Vick. Keep playing good, so I don't get more boo-boos.
Love, Gabi, Age 2.