9 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Earlier this week, you accidentally invented a new game as we were getting ready for bed time. I was taking the hamster out of his aquarium for the night; meanwhile you were going through your bottom dresser drawer.

I learned that’s where you keep all your toy weapons and armor; all purposed from the Dollar Tree.

As I sat on the bed with hamster, you decided to put on some armor, choose a weapon, and then throw me a black foam ball that was in the drawer too.

“See if you can hit with the ball, Daddy,” you insisted.

So I put the hamster back in his aquarium and we engaged in the battle.

That was Monday. We’ve been playing this game every night since then.

Love,

Daddy