Dear Emma and Mandy,
First I want to say how much I appreciate you welcoming me so wholeheartedly since my arrival. Your unconditional love is a huge part of what makes me enjoy it so much here. I can't imagine more devoted sisters.
You are also very tolerant. I've repeatedly puked on both of you and you don't carry on for very long about how disgusting it is. It is kind of you to understand my limitations. When I pee in the bath, you don't freak out. Emma, thanks for bringing it up in your Sunday School prayer time. I can use all the help I can get with my problems.
You are my best friends and will be until I gain some independence and make other friends. A lock on my bedroom door will also change things, but that won't be for awhile unfortunately.
I love you so much and that's why I'm writing this. My cries and screams don't seem to be making the point. This has been weighing on me physically, mentally, and spiritually for sometime now: I need more space.
You treat me a like a baby doll, but that needs to change. I don't appreciate being dressed up like a girl or wearing fur hats. Last time I checked you had 8 real dolls ready and willing to play dress up. They miss you.
Although my manliness isn't always apparent, there will be a day when I am bigger and stronger than you. I will be tough and burly and have hair on my chest. Let me be a man. Sometimes I need time to myself to do manly things. Legos = good. Tea parties and My Little Pony = not my idea of a good time.
Our interaction is fun and all, but we need some boundaries. The kissing and hugging, tickling, and being hauled around can go too far. I've felt smothered and in physical danger on more than one occasion.
(This picture pretty much sums it up)
Please remember I'm saying these things in love. Thank you for taking my feelings to heart.