A letter to my two year old

Dearest Fra,
I cannot tell you how delighted I am that you enjoy your food. It fills me with glee that you prefer berries over ice cream and that I have to watch you with an eagle eye in the yard to slow your tomato consumption. However, I must say I would prefer that you request your needs in a slightly less shrill and a some what quieter voice. It is not actually necessary to climb into the fridge shouting "Some ! " at the top of your lungs when I don't move fast enough to suit you. And , incidently, it is not really the thing to smear yogurt all over the table. And the floor. And the walls. And your face.
While my heart goes pitterpat over your love of apples, blueberries, strawberries and raspberries, do you think you could slow down on the blueberries? Because I'm pretty sure I'll cry if I have to help you wipe after another "blueberry poo". Perhaps some cheese today?
Much love,
Mama