Dear Jack: You Finally Got to Try the Prime “Energy Drink”!

12 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

I remember the initial conversation starting out like this:

“Hey Daddy, I want to get Prime.”

I responded to you that I was pretty sure that, even though Mommy had cancelled Amazon Prime again, we still had it for at least a few more days.

You then explained, “No, Prime is actually this energy drink that everybody at school is talking about. Can we go to the mall so I can try it?”

We had to go back to the mall anyway to make an exchange. Once we walked by GNC, of all places, you announced, “Look, Daddy, I found it!”

I was hesitant about an “energy drink” that all the 6th grade kids are apparently drinking right now. I turned over to the label and immediately received confirmation of my reservations:

It contained the caffeine of about 8 cups of coffee!

Fortunately, later that day we were at Target, and you saw the flavor you really wanted- which happened to be caffeine free. The thing that apparently qualifies the caffeine-free version as an “energy drink” is that it contains coconut water.

You were so proud of your Prime “energy drink”, you rationed it out for several days; keeping a close watch on it in the fridge.

I have a feeling we’re going to end up at Target again this weekend.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Helped Mommy Make Chocolate Pie!

6 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

It is no secret that you love to be helping. This weekend, you were so excited to learn that Mommy was making a chocolate pie for our family.

When I returned home from buying groceries on Saturday, I saw that you literally put in a “helping hand”.

Your entire hand, and mouth, was fully covered in chocolate.

I can’t say either way whether that improved or hurt the quality of the pie.

What I do know is, our family enjoyed having a little slice of it each night this week after dinner.

So keep helping Mommy make pies!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You are Camouflaged in Our Living Room

6 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

You have this habit of sneaking up on me when I’m in the kitchen. You’re not necessarily trying, but you are so quiet when you come downstairs.

A few days ago, I had looked up from doing the dishes, and you were standing a few feet away, smiling at me. It took a second to realize you were even there!

I said, “Holly, you’re the same colors as our living room! I couldn’t actually see you!”

Since then, you have been playing this to your advantage..

This morning, it was time for me take you outside to the bus stop. I walked right past you.

You were effortlessly hiding underneath the blanket on the rug.

When you realized I assumed you were upstairs instead, you started giggling, and gave yourself away.

If you hadn’t, I would have been looking for you for a while!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You are Now Spending Your Own Money on Car Cases

12 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

This time around with collecting Hot Wheels, you are only buying “real” cars; not the silly made-up ones. It’s basically like you are becoming Jay Leno, with his warehouses full of collectible vehicles.

You do your research online, and then scout the nearby stores for the ones that might carry the particular make and model you are looking for. Or you will actually by the Hot Wheels car online when you have to.

Not only are you spending your own money on buying the cars for your collection, but you are now also buying the collector’s cases to store them in as well.

It makes me wonder which actual car you will ended up driving here in a few years!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Won a Prize for Having the Best Handwriting in Your Class!

6 years, 8 months.

Dear Holly,

You came home from school so proud last week, when you announced to Mommy and me that your teacher gave you a special prize for having the best handwriting in the class.

Apparently, your teacher has been paying attention to the details of your work at school… as you clearly have, as well.

The prize? A big pouch of candy: Sour Punch Spooky Straws… of course!

I suppose the taste of victory is so much sweeter (and more sour?) when you get candy to recognize your habit of leaning a bit toward perfectionism in everything you do.

Love,

Daddy