Dear Jack: Your Homemade Ladybug Boat and Its Tragic Voyage Out to Sea

8 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

Our friends Mohamad and Lena got you a really cool craft box for your birthday. It has provided the ideal outlet for all your creativity when you’re trapped inside the house on a bitterly cold December.

Your ultimate creation so far has been your boat, equipped with a special tether so you wouldn’t lose it.

I told you I’d take you to the creek in the next neighborhood over, once you were ready to try it out on the water.

So last Sunday, the weather was warm enough for us to outside for a little while. You happened to catch a ladybug, which you placed in a plastic capsule that had served as the container for a 50 cent toy you bought from the machine at Kroger.

You named the boat Ladybug Boat.

The ladybug served as the fearless captain. That bug had to be fearless, because…

Even with the tether, you ended up losing a grip of the boat as you hung it over the tunnel to drop it in the water.

That brave little ladybug, along with the boat itself, entered that tunnel never to come out the other side across the street.

It’s as if they entered a whole other dimension. That’s the best case scenario, at least.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Want a Grinch Kitchen Set for Christmas?

2 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

You have been hinting at getting your own kitchen play set for quite a while now.

It’s not uncommon for you to ask, “We go to church?”

We figured out part of your request to go to church was so that you could play with the kitchen play set in your class.

This past weekend, you reminded Mommy again about your Christmas wish:

“I get Minnie Mouse kitchen set for my Christmas? No! Grinch.”

To clarify, you were asking for a Grinch-themed kitchen set.

Who knows? Maybe that would actually sell well.

It could come with green eggs and ham, which is part of the Dr. Seuss universe.

But I’m pretty your that your chances of getting that Minnie Mouse kitchen set are much more likely.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your Dormant Volcano Finally Exploded!

8 years.

Dear Jack,

Two Christmases ago, one of the things Mommy and I got for  you was an exploding volcano set.

When you decided to pull it out of the closet this past weekend, I did not realize you’ve had it that long.

But you just never got around to taking it out of the box and using it.

So at last, you took some time to paint it and then mix the exploding powder from the packets.

You asked me to make a video of it exploding, as you and your sister touched the “hot” lava.

After two years of remaining dormant, the volcano finally exploded. And it was pretty cool!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: When Your Brother Accidentally Drew a Coloring Book Page for You

2 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

Last Saturday while your brother was at the kitchen table working on various art projects, you discovered a picture of a mouse crawling through a cave, with giant flowers.

You took it upon yourself to color his drawing, as if it were a page of a coloring book.

Based on the fact you used a green crayon to color the mouse, I take it that you assumed the mouse was a dinosaur.

Your brother didn’t seem to mind at all that you decided to help bring his drawing to life.

In fact, I’m pretty sure he took it as a compliment.

Maybe I need to get him to make you coloring pages more often, now that I think of it.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You’re Halfway to Age 16!

8 years.

Dear Jack,

It’s taken me a few weeks since your recent 8th birthday to realize:

You’re halfway to being age 16. More specifically, you’re halfway there to being able to have a driver’s license.

Mommy and I were talking about it this week.

As we are really focused on investing our money beyond what we are already saving, we were discussing your college and our retirement.

But then Mommy reminded me, “Jack will be driving in 8 years, too. He’s going to need a car.”

I have a feeling that these next 8 years will pass by quicker than the first eight. I wonder what you’re first car will be?

If I’m lucky, you can have my 2004 Honda that I’m driving now so that I can finally get an upgrade.

Love,

Daddy