Rex likes getting email from my parents. They write him long, thoughtful letters. He is pretty busy during the school week but on the weekend we have a conversation like this…
<>Rex: can i play video games?
Me: Why don’t you reply to your grandparents email?
Rex: aw… Do i have to?
Me: No. i will tell them that you don’t love them and you don’t want any more presents and your name shall be stricken from the list of grandchildren and you can just do yard work and pushups instead.
Five minutes later Rex has written an email that looks something like this:
How are you? I am fine*
What is 999999999+9999999?
Did you know that Edward III (13 November 1312 – 21 June 1377) was King of England from 25 January 1327 until his death; he is noted for his military success and for restoring royal authority after the disastrous and unorthodox reign of his father, Edward II?
Quincy spilled her milk at dinner and she cried. Coach Jr pooped his pants and said a bad word.
I forgot what my favorite food is.
The answer is i don’t know how.
I went to camp Smythe last week. I got to level two which is gold
* he starts every letter like this – i think i taught him this when he was three – as a joke – and it has proven to be the most durable thing I’ve ever taught him)
Now he has to send all emails to me first for approval
I wish there was someone i could send these blog posts to for approval. They could show me to fix the font. Deal with it.