Notes from kids

Last night as we were working on dinner Kanga was doing homework. After she finished her allotment for the night she wrote a note and displayed it in the hall way. "Daddy, come look at my note!" I did. It read: Dad, I hate you sometimes. I was a little shocked as I looked between her note and her face. She didn't look like she hated me sometimes. She looked rather pleased with herself. It occurred to me that she probably didn't realize what she had written. So I asked, "Do you know what it means to hate?" She looked puzzled. What followed was a brief, simple description of what it means to hate something. I then asked, "Do you really hate me sometimes?" She looked a little unsure and then Angel called me to help her with something. I figured I didn't need to wait for an answer. Two minutes late Kanga told me she had put up a new note. This one read:

Daddy,

I'm sorry.
I rily love you so much.