A letter to....

On Friday, Sal and I hopped in the elevator to meet up with our friends. I chuckled as I read the notice that had been posted.



Posted in the elevator



And then it dawned on me.

I think the letter is addressing....

..us!

You see, Sal loves to move furniture. He really does. He moves anything he can push. The sofa chaise, the coffee table, kitchen chairs, his high chair---and this is like his FAVORITE thing to do when he gets up every day.

And what time might that be?

Yep.

Between 7:00-8:00am.

mama, I think this chaise looks better over there.

I don't know who's moving chairs late night--we can't be to blame for that one...but the morning complaints might just be aimed at the 25th floor.

Until someone knocks on our door to complain face to face, I've decided that I will let my son get his kicks off moving chairs.