Dear Holly: The Car You Created from a Box

6 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

This past week we ordered an indoor grill. It made me realize, “I still have a child who is young enough to appreciate playing with a box.”

Without ever making an announcement nor asking anyone’s permission, you took it upon yourself to turn that shipping box into a car. I noticed it had three pedals on the floor, implying it’s a manual transmission like my Jeep.

You also proudly brought to my attention that on the inside of the car door, you drew a stethoscope; which I suppose was intended to be a more grandiose first aid kit than the one in my Jeep I keep with me.

It was a very relevant choice for you to build your car from the box.

Even now as I type this, you are sitting down in your box playing, while Mommy drinks her coffee on Sunday afternoon after church.

 

Love,

Daddy

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 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

Dear Holly: You Wrote Your First Book This Month, Just Like Me!

6 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

This month has been a big one. After you watched me work so hard over the past four months, I have now officially written my first book.

Of course, now we need to wait on the editing and publishing process.

Knowing how much you love drawing, coloring, and making artistic crafts, I suggested you write your own book.

I simply suggested the title to you: Bouncing Babies Jumping over the Rainbow.

You took care of the rest: the entire story as well as the illustrations.

I was so proud of you, as you read your story to me.

A few days later, you came home from school with a paper declaring, “My family is worth more than gold because they say that my drawings are very very good.”

I’ve already given you your next idea for a book: Bouncing Babies Meet the Ewoks.

 

Love,

Daddy