My kids love to laugh. They will go to extraordinary lengths to find things to laugh about and to get a laugh out of hubby and I. So, when I hear giggling behind closed doors, I know they’re up to something.
Yesterday, while driving between one after school activity and another, Little Man asked for some paper and a pen. I obliged, pleased that he wanted to write something. Its been a bumpy start with him, being way more interested in Lego and Star Wars battles than reading and writing, so this new-found interest in pens and paper is a dream come true for me.
As I drove, he wrote. And giggled. And giggled. I asked what he was doing and he said, “Nothing!” followed by an explosion of giggles. Hmmmm. Intriguing.
When we got home, he was out of the car like Usain Bolt and at my door, flashing his cheeky, gap-toothed grin and holding out a folded pile of papers. “What’s this?”, I asked, innocently? “Its a love letter for you, Mummy…”, he replied, hardly containing the hysterical laughter I could see bubbling below the surface.
I unfolded the package and started to read: Read the rest of this entry