Dear Ben,
I know I don't write about you nearly as often as I write about your brother. We both know that it's because you're too busy playing hockey insanely shy, and prefer not to have the spotlight on you. You're also at an age where your privacy is important to you, and you prefer not to be the subject of your mother's digital hobby.
But knowing you often read these posts, I thought it might be best to address your little obsession problem here, in a place where people can offer you the support you might need. Anyone reading is certain to understand what you're going through, and I'm sure many have even walked in your ice skates shoes before.
We all have our little secrets, and issues we need to work through, and I want to publicly declare my support for you here. I know that Dad feels the same way, and although he enables wants to help you as well, I think it will be me who offers you the support you need.
Nutella addiction is a perfectly normal thing. Heck, you know those mad as a hatter silly kids I looked after when I lived in France? Well, the oldest boy ate Nutella and mayonnaise sandwiches every single day of the six months I looked after him, so rest assured you are not the only one who likes the junk chocolatey goodness. The fact that we have a constant supply on hand for you, including a few jars for back-up in case of an apocalyptic emergency, all point to a problem.
So, I ask you? Are you willing to get some help? I suspect you're okay with your Nutella consumption, and I can only hope that you don't start sleeping with the jars (like you sleep with your hockey stick) anytime soon.
I look forward to hearing back from you, and I know that together we can make it through this.
Love, Mom
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