We are 4 pretty cool kids.  Our mom used to have a job before we were born (she says she practiced speech pathology).  After the first one of us was born, mom became "mom". She says something about changing diapers, getting juice, changing diapers, making snacks, making dinner, getting juice, and she has mentioned more than once something about not sleeping very much.  Mom tells us, about every other minute, how much she loves us (and dad) and that we are the best "job" she has ever had.  We don't really see how we can be a job, but she insists that we sometimes are.

Some days we want to look pretty (well, the girls do, NOT the boys) and some days we want to look cool (everyday for the boys, of course).  Mom says it is tough to be both with the clothes that we have.  She said we should be PRETTYCOOL instead (we can all do that!)

Mom says something about wanting to use her creativity again.  We don't know why she stopped…we color, paint, and make stuff all the time…mom just keeps running in and out of the laundry room, the baby's room, our bedrooms (she says the laundry fairy is on vacation…good thing the tooth fairy isn't.)

Mom started making PRETTYCOOL clothes for us!  We get to pick what we like and we even leave it on for more than an hour (especially the girls).  Mom says it's fun for her and that it gets her creative juices flowing (whatever that means)…all we know, is that we sometimes have to wait all little longer than we like to for our cups of juice! 

We do look PRETTY (again, the girls) and COOL (all of us) and we always look PRETTYCOOL (thanks Mom).

P.S.  Mom wants to thank Dad, he's a pilot and really cool for supporting PRETTY COOL KIDS and especially for serving our country. (And we get to wrestle with him while she makes our pretty cool stuff!)