Dear Jack: You’re Becoming Aware of a Sense of Fashion

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

As you’re now in the 2nd half of your 3rd grade school year, I am noticing the acute progression of how you are starting to care more about what you wear… and your hair.

I am sensing that halfway into 3rd grade, part of the culture is to start trying to stand out with what you wear to school.

So when you proudly wore your new WWE wrestling shirt to school, I knew to immediately ask you when I got home, “Did anyone notice your new shirt?”

I see this is as the beginning of you discovering the fine line between presenting yourself as an individual, while at the same time between aware of what is current and trending.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: More Training to Be a Cage Fighter

3 years, 8 months.

Dear Holly

In the aftermath of your brother creating a new before-bedtime-battle game using his toy weapons and armor, it was no surprise that this lead to more battle training downstairs in the living room during dinner prep.

Your brother let you choose your weapon: a small plastic sword.

He genuinely taught you how to attack him, despite the armor he was wearing.

You loved it!

You brother enjoyed having such a trainable little student as a soldier in training.

It was a good idea that he spent $10 of his allowance money on plastic at The Dollar Tree.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your Newly Invented “Before-Bedtime-Battles” Game

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

Dear Holly: We Matched with Black and White Stripes

3 years, 8 months.

Earlier this week, after I got dressed for work one morning, I walked out into the living room to see that you and I were ultimately wearing the same thing:

Mommy had dressed you a new black and white striped dress that you had never worn before.

Meanwhile, I was wearing my black and white striped shirt; my first time to wear it since last winter.

Once we got to your school, I had your teacher take a picture of us.

It’s a bold choice to wear the visually jarring combo of black and white stripes, so I thought it was really interesting it happened on the same random day.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your Homemade Cubicle

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Last week, I was so relieved that the time had finally come to upgrade your sister’s car seat to a booster seat. Granted, we had to order two of them; one for each car.

I was relieved because, in theory, it’s much easier to buckle in a kid in a booster seat as opposed to a car seat.

For you though, you were excited because that meant you to play with two huge boxes until they finally flattened out; largely due to you teaching your sister to be an escape artist, as you closed in the open side with pillows.

I especially liked the work cubicle you made, too!

Love,

Daddy