Wow. Just wow.
Dear Youth Counselor;
I do apologize. Profusely. I know it was—umm—odd for you to walk in and find me saying, "Dear Thanta, I want a horth for Chrithmath," to Wednesday as she cried with laughter outside your office yesterday. Thometimeth when I'm nervouth I mock Thindy Brady. I don't know why, I jutht do.
I'm thorry. I know it wath a theriouth thituation. I AM taking theriouthly.
No, really! I thwear!
I hope we can put thith behind uth. Thankth.