Dear Kate,

I ate tomato soup for dinner tonight, followed by an ice cream bar.  The mixture of hot and cold in my belly reminded me of a time at Grandma's house when we ate soup.  She offered us "paddle pops" as usual after supper and I remember you warning me as I went to take a bite that the mixture of hot and cold is what caused storms - hurricanes and tornadoes.  I'm pretty sure that was the slowest I have ever eaten ice cream.

Love,
Bora.

P.S.  I think someone will definitely buy your house and turn it into a museum.  Or at least a fun house with crazy mirrors - plus, in that case, you wouldn't have to paint after all.