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

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

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