14 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

Mommy knows better than to ever ask me for help with putting anything together she orders from online. (This time it was planter boxes for the garden she is starting in our yard.)

All that would happen is that I would be angry for the entire day, as I can not be trusted with any projects even closely connected with the concept of engineering.

I’m… the… worst.

But not you. What would have taken me several hours, and it still wouldn’t have been done right, you seemed to easily figure out in about 45 minutes.

Mommy was happy to pay you by letting you get a $10 upgrade on your PlayStation 5 game.

And I noticed you threw in a Hot Wheels car as we were buying groceries after church.

I really like our arrangement with you as our household handyman.

Love,

Daddy