Thanks for your letter. Please send me more letters.
Blah blah blah blah blabbity blah blah.
There. Now it’s long enough. I can go get tuck.
Thank you for the thoughtful letter you sent. I loved the story about how blah blah blah blabbity the blah in blah. You have such a way with words.
I can’t wait to see what you write next.
I think we can all agree that the kid is a creative genius, right?
I mean, first a giant “Hi!” and now the blah story. How can I possibly compete with that? (I welcome your suggestions.)
The girls have written similarly short letters. All they have to say is that camp is fine, and also can I please send:
- More fidget toys
- More Rainbow Loom
- Their Ritalin
- What about the Rainbow Loom?
As it so happens, I will be sending more fidget toys and Ritalin. I guess I can stuff some Rainbow Loom into the package as well.
There’s no need to wonder where N gets his sense of humour. I was reminded of that fact as I worked on our homeschool yearbook today. I needed something eye-catching and fun for the first page, and settled on “We heart BFHS because…”
I, in all my smartass glory, invented a few quotes to complete the sentence:
- “I can go to class in my pyjamas. And there’s no homework.”
- “I feel like they’ve known me all my life.”
- “The teachers will do anything to help the students succeed.”
- “I feel at home here.”
- “I’ve learned more here than I did at any other school.”
- “Because why not?” (N’s current favourite thing to say)
And then at the bottom, below a bunch of photos: “BFHS. Like one big, happy family.”
See? My kids come by their smartassery honestly. Actually, from both sides of the family. They never had a chance of escaping it.