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Writing Letters
So, I received a letter from my 7 year old today. An actual letter. Like paper and pen. I remember being a child and getting letters from my dad. He was limited on words and had dorky pictures, like Snoopy and airplanes, and told me to be a good boy for mom. Oh, how times have changed! We’re more likely to skype than write. I am pretty sure the pictures my dad drew were traced. My son and I find images online to trade, like cool cars and lightening pics. He wants me to update my phone screen. I am happy with Clara coming out of the Tardis!
This accompanied his letter to me:
Not too bad for a 7 year old. He really doesn’t like to draw with me anymore. In my response letter, I asked if there was a cave behind the waterfall. I asked if there was treasure in the cave. Yes, my brain goes there. I am even wondering about the wall and if it’s significant… Like, is my son the boy that needs to put his finger in the wall to save the village? If that’s what this is, the village is screwed. The damn’s done burst.
I hope there isn’t a dragon in the cave. There were no signs saying, beware of dragons…
There was this one time he drew a squirrel and I laughed my ass off, because it was the bestest squirrel ever. I hope that is not why he doesn’t want to draw with me. We did both laugh.
