Dear Jack: You Lost 3 Teeth in the Past Week?

12 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

Last Thursday you came home, proudly announcing, “I lost a tooth today at school. I stored it in my mouth for the rest of the day.”

You then reached into your mouth and pulled the molar tooth out of its socket.

Then over the weekend on Saturday night, while we were at Nonna and Papa’s house in Alabama, you told everyone you thought you might be losing another tooth.

Within 30 minutes, you pulled it out. Apparently, the Tooth Fairy pays $20 for molars?…

And once we got home on Sunday night, just 24 hours later, you effortlessly pulled out a 3rd tooth.

I then mumbled under my breath: “This probably means puberty is on its way…”

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: The Wheelchair from the Estate Sale

6 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

Your cousin Darla has an entire toy room at her house, which would otherwise be the official dining room.

While the two of you can easily play for hours with just the dolls alone, I was somewhat surprised to learn that an actual wheelchair is now included in the roster of toys.

You and your cousin take turns playing “hosptial”, based on who pretends to have a hurt leg and therefore has to be pushed down the hall.

Granted, your brother also tried out the wheelchair as well; which involved him rolling himself down the hill in the backyard and rolling over on his face.

Fortunately, this was not an ironic case of him actually needing the wheelchair due to his injuries.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: The Card Trading Convention with Uncle Andrew

12 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

As Uncle Andrew has been looking into trading some of his old sports cards, he thought of you when he decided to go to the card trading convention last weekend.

You proudly brought your old Pokemon cards in a huge binder, to use as potential trading currency.

Mommy and I also gave you a 20 dollar bill, to make things a little more fun.

You ended up selling two of your Pokemon cards to some randown grown man, for $35.

Therefore, you were able to buy several other cards and cars that you saw there, without even needing the $20 we gave you.

Which, speaking of… I’m not sure you got that 20 dollar bill back from you!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: “Girls Weekend” with Mommy

6 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

You were anticipating it for weeks:

“Girls Weekend” had been on the calendar for a quite a while; as your brother and I were going to be out of town, allowing one-on-one time for you and Mommy during an entire uninterrupted weekend together.

Mommy left it completely up to you for which activity to do on Saturday.

You chose to go back to the go-kart racing place, where we went when Aunt Jenny and Uncle Tom were in town recently.

It was a very special time for you to spend with Mommy last weeekend.

 

Love,

Daddy