Dear Henry Blanco,

Perhaps you didn't get my last letter. Sometimes accidents happen, and sometimes letters get lost. I understand. I'll try again.

I know you think you are fast, and I think that's really sweet. The three-year- old boy next door thinks he's a superhero. He is not a superhero. And you are not fast. You are a catcher, and kind of old. On a wild pitch, it's really awesome to get one base. Please don't try for two ever, ever again.

Fondly,
Batgirl